#imagine having 3 kids and all wanting to play football

[hardtchill]

You and anons have mostly exhausted this topic, but I hope people understand how much class privilege the USWNT has compared to other teams. Girls' soccer is, for the most part, a middle class suburban luxury, and that's the background of a lot of these players. They chose to take their federation to court because they had the luxury of acquiring very good lawyers and an ingrained trust in and understanding of the legal system through that privilege. For a lot of their competitors, football is a working class sport. It's cheap, it's local, and mostly appeals to people who have far fewer opportunities.

The fight the US put up was one where their privilege was on full display, and while it's great that it worked for them, it's not going to work for teams in the developing world with sub-par court systems, for teams consisting of mostly poor individuals who have only ever had bad experiences with those court systems or for people who can't afford good legal advice or the education to even attempt that feat. Inspiration or not, other teams and players have worked hard and approached their fight in ways that make sense for them and honour themselves and their backgrounds. It's disrespectful to dismiss that.

It also won't work for people who can't or don't want to manufacture the kind of media push and appeal that the US women did. And while I adore the Christen especially, she has so much going for her (within and outside of her control) that her efforts and the results can't be held up as a standard.

Very good perspective. It is indeed true that the fight the US fought and how isn't even practically possible for plenty of teams.

Football is indeed in the vast majority of countries a sport played by everyone. The US is one of the few countries who made football a sport that isn't accessible for a lot of people. I just looked up the cost for a random club team in California, it's 2000 dollars a season excluding travel and tournaments for which they also need to cover the coaches expenses. Here is the joke, it's the price you pay for having 1 kid play on a u10 team!!!!

In comparison. To play for a top Dutch club (a club most pro clubs scout from) parents pay 200 euro's a season for a u10 team.

One thing i personally question here is why on fucking earth you pay 200 dollars in America to get a uniform while in the Netherlands you pay 40 euro's? Do you get an in build rocket launcher in the US?

[hoe4sports]

How this ends p4

Alexia Putellas x Fridolina Rolfo x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A note from the author: Yehaw, this took an unexpected turn. In the phone calls, Alexia’s dialogue is blue. It’s a bit long, but very divided into different scenarios on the trip to Sweden. It’s a different one, but it’s still about alexia. Use your imagination on the social media post.

The next part will be the last part.

This is based on Lewis Capaldi’s “how this ends”.

Warning: None, a curveball perhaps. A healthy dose of angst.

Summary: You try to go on vacation with Frido, but Alexia won’t leave you alone.

-

"Okay, fine, but what about this!"

You strike a pose showing off your outfit which made Frido laugh. Her eyes were as bright as a christmas tree, and you couldn’t help but think about how Alexia never bothered to watch you show off your lastest purchases. The attention was something you had craved for years. But as the good woman you were, you waited for your turn to have time with Alexia. Fridolina on the other hand, she loved spendning time with you. Ever since you met Fridolina went she came to Barcelona years ago, she had been your bestfriend. Your go-to. The one you confided in. The pair of you had over the course of your and Alexia's breakup developed your own everyday routine.

She would wake up at 5.30 to get ready for work, before making a breakfast for you both to enjoy together prior to you driving her to the stadium. During the drive, you would talk about a good thing that happened yesterday before singing along to Taylor Swift. The duo did the same thing after work: you would pick her up from work, she would hop into the shower and you would make dinner for the pair of you.

You couldnt help, but admit that it felt good to have someone appericiate you the way Frido did. It had been ages since Alexia had made you feel anything but bad about using her previous time or wasting her seconds. Frido was kind, attentive and what could be best described as warm. She made time for you, and if she had plans; she would always ask if you wanted to join.

“Sorry, did I forget to tell you that we are going to Sweden, not Antarctica?” Frido teased you which caused to you cross your arms over your chest. Your sent Frido a sassy look.

“Atleast I would look cute meeting all the polar bears!” You fired at her while pouting. The comment made her giggle which brought a redness to her cheeks and a sparkle to her eyes. The kind of glow that you only see in movies. It made her tan skin compliment her eyes, and she was definitely a sight for sore eyes. For your sore eyes.

Time had been moving fast, and you were to go travelling with Frido to spend time with her family in Sweden in only one day. The thought of spending time with her parents and siblings made you a bit nervous, but you tried to not stress over it since this was supposed to be a fun get away. Frido had even introduced you to her parents over FaceTime to make you feel better.

“Here, try this on instead. It’s something I bought earlier, but it’s too tight-it hurts my biceps”

“Are you implying that I don’t have big muscles, big strong athletic football beats?”

“Uh,wait, no, I-“

“Relax babe, I’m kidding! I’ll try it”

You take the sundress and flip it off your body, before grabbing Frido’s hot pink linnen dress and slipping it over your head. You reached down to pull the dress below your bum. Your eyes moved to see the reflection of the dress in the mirror behind Frido. Her eyes were glued to your reflection, and you tried your best to pretend that you were looking at yourself. But your eyes stole a gaze whenever you could. It felt good to have someone look at you like Frido did. Your hands played around with the fabric of the dress before you settled on a fit. It perfectly complimented your breast, butt and waistline. You felt like a million dollars.

“Fridolina, I love it”

The material of the dress was light and the lace on the edges of the dress felt like a nice touch to the look. The cut complimented your shape perfectly. It made you feel as close to being Scandinavian as you possibly could. Your gaze turned around to meet Frido’s, she was smiling at you with a heartwarming smile.

“See, I knew you would look stunning in it! You look so good in everything, Skatt ”

The compliment from Frido made you blush to an extent that you didn’t even want to admit. And the nickname? Oh gosh, don’t even start about the nickname. She stood up next to you before reaching for your hand, and sending you around in a twirl. The moment felt illegal, but magical.

“Thanks babe, I honestly love it. It makes me feel like I was born to be Scandinavian” you giggled.

Frido looked see into your eyes as she winked before tucking your hair behind your right ear.

“Becoming Scandinavian, huh? That can be arranged”

Your jaw dropped dramatically before looking at Frido who just smirked back at you. You couldn’t help, but start to question your and Frido’s friendship. You rolled your eyes at her before playfully slapping her shoulder. Then you flipped the dress of your head, and placed it in the “yes” pile.

The evening went by quickly with Frido teaching you all about her family while laying together in Frido’s bed eating your favourite crisps. She told you about her weird cousin, Emil, who would essentially play tricks on everyone that came along. Her niece, Dina, who was just the most adorable little toddler. And her grandmother, who gave the best hugs, but made the worst coffee. Watching her talk about home, was a real eye opener to you. You could tell that she really loved home; both the place and the people.

-

“Passport?”

“Yes”

“Wallet?”

“Yup”

“Phone?”

“Uh-huh”

“My cool and obviously super special Sweden jersey for my favourite person to wear?

“Don’t get too high on yourself, Rolfo”

A part of you felt confused. Your heart hurt terribly at times, even so bad that sometimes; you thought you were about to have a heart attack. Your heart crumbling up into pieces of glass laying in a pile at the ground. It was all that was left of you and Alexia.

The jersey Frido had given you to wear for her match was her special jersey. It was one of her Jesery’s from the World Cup with the opponents flag sown into it. The opponent was Australia, and it was the match that gave her her first worlds bronze medal.

Normally, you would’ve worn Alexia’s Spain jersey during international break. She never gave you her special jersey anymore. At one game, you even used Mali’s jersey to prove a point. When Mapi confronted Alexia about it, she had just shrugged. She didn’t know that she was about to experience the biggest loss of her life.

You held the jersey up from your backpack and waved it at Frido. Somehow, she had convinced you to place it in your carry on just incase they would lose your suitcase. Then you still had something to wear for her big match, and you happily obliged.

“Good, special jersey for my special girl.”

-

The excitement and the buzz of the airport were bringing forwards feelings you had deprived yourself of feeling. The truth was that you loved to travel. You would be searching up an adventure whenever you had an availability in your packed calendar. Something deep in your soul craved to experience the world and its wonders. Cultures had always been fascinating to you, and you loved to share the wonders you stumbled upon with your followers.

One that was not as impressed with your wish to travel lately, was Alexia. She had seen the countless photos of you and Frido hanging out. Pictures of the pair of you doing anything from making pasta to going to the beach. And for Alexia? It felt like the world was ending. She had tried to reach out. But you refused. She tried talking to Frido, who also refused. It sparked an anger, almost a jealousy in her. How could her teammate just swoop her ex-girlfriend off her feet?

As you grabbed your phone from the tray at the security check, you noticed a missed call. Your attention was quickly changed when Frido was ready to head for the kiosk to get herself a book and a bottle of Pepsi. You agreed to sit outside to watch over her stuff, but secretly; you were planning on returning the call. Your hands trembled as you picked up your phone, and pressed call on the contact that had already tried to reaching you. Your throat felt dry, and your skin felt itchy. You could feel yourself getting hotter by the second, which ended up with you sitting in your lululemon tank while feeling anxious. “God”, you thought to yourself. “Why am I so nervous? It’s just the same good ol-“

“H-Hola, uh, hi, please don’t hang up on me”

“Alexia, what do you want?”

“Uh, lo siento, how..How are you?”

“How am I? Really? How am I??”

“No, no.. Vale, I’m sorry, lo siento. Can we talk?”

“…About what?”

“Us”

“There is no us anymore, Alexia. I’m sorry.”

“But, I just, please.Hear me out?”

"Ai, give me damn a good reason»

«Because you were my first love, my only love”

You sighted loudly. She pulled the first love bullshit.

“…Vale, im busy right now. Estoy con Frido en el aeropuerto, et-“

“Que? Con Frido? Fridolina?”

You rolled your eyes. You were allowed to do anything you wanted.

“Si! We are going to Sweden to see her family”

“Que? Para ver a la familia de FRIDOLINA??”

“…Si?”

“No, no mi amor! No, lo sien-“

“I’m not your amor anymore, buttercup.”

“Por favor, escúch-“

You looked up, and your eyes immediately caught Frido moving towards you with her bright smile. Frido who took care of you. Who brought you with her to Sweden in a heartbeat. Who loved you for you. It felt like your throat was drying up. Like it was thick with air.

“-I’m sorry, Alexia. I have to go. I’ll call you after the trip. Don’t expect too much . Goodbye.”

Your hand instinctively turned off your phone not wanting to hear more from your ex-girlfriend. Your ex who didn’t want to travel with you. Who didn’t get around to purpose to you in the span of 13 years. Who promised you another cat when you had to wait for kids. Who never kept her promise.

Frido came walking towards you with a bag in her hands. Her face was lit up and she was looking like her usual happy self. She could be best described as a golden retriever whenever she was off the field. You loved her for that. When she was on field, she was hard, bad, tough and intense. But at home, she was soft and kind and gentle and just.. perfect?

“Girly, wanna see what I got?”

You nodded before sliding over to make space for your bestfriend.

“I got you a Pepsi, a magazine about exotic places to travel, a book about loving yourself, a box of Pringles and a bag of gummy bears. I hope you like them, if not then I’ll always switch with you”

Your eyes teared up from the thoughtfullness. It felt good to be cared for, Frido’s natural warmth was healing for your heart. It felt like she was slowly collecting all the pieces of your heart to glue them back together.

"Thank you, Fridolina. Really, for everything"

You tried to choke a sob, but it ended up sounding more like an owl. It sent you both into a giggle before Frido wrapped her toned arms around you. She was slightly taller than you which made you feel safe in her towering presens. She pressed a kiss to the top of your locks.

"Anything for you, sötnos"

-

After travelling for hours between Spain and Sweden, you had finally reached Frido’s hometown where you had plans for the next few days. Frido’s parents had come to the airport to pick you both up, and you could feel some nerves creeping up on you after moving towards the luggage claim.

Frido spotted her parents immediately who was both standing there with flowers and a Swedish flag.

“Hej, Fridaen min!” Her mom cheered while her dad waved the flag towards you. It made you smile sincerely. Her mom wrapped her arms around her daughter. The similarities were striking. You could definitely tell where Frido had her looks from. Her mom then looked at you before pulling you into a bear hug.

“And there is the girl that Frido has been talking about! Välkommen, Y/N.”

-

Safe and sound in her childhood bedroom, you walked around and admired all the posters that teenage Frido had put up. A few of them were of big footballers while others were popstars. One picture, showed Frido as a young girl with another young girl. A blonde. Both wearing a Swedish jersey that was just a little bit too big with shiny gold medals around their necks . The girl, you recognised as Magda Eriksson.

“Wow, Magda Eriksson right?”

“Starstrucked?”

“Well, yes! She’s a-mazing!”

“Then you are gonna die when I tell you that I have personally volunteered you as her babysitter for the games”

“Babysitting? Do you want me to walk around and make sure she doesn’t trip over herself?”

“Girl, are you jet lagged out of your mind? Her kid!”

You maked an o shape with you mouth slightly embarrassed that you didn’t know that she has a kid, but also somewhat excited that you would get to babysit. You loved all types of kids, and it had been your dream to become a mom since you were just a little girl.

-

Later that week, you found yourself sat in the family and friend's section with Frido's mom and dad, You also had baby Eriksson sitting on your lap chewing away on her fingers because Pernille was also on national duty. Their little girl was only shy of a year old, but already rocking the sweden shirt. She was the sweetest little girl, and she adored you right back.

"Look, Look, Elsa, Its your mamma!" you cheered at the toddler as you pointed towards Magda. Magda waved at Elsa which made Elsa kick her feet in excitement. "Did you see her? I bet you did, you are such a lucky little girl!" You cooed at the happy toddler. You couldn’t help but feel odd. You had imagined having your own baby by now, maybe even two. One baby and one toddler to keep you on your feet. To point out their mami on the field to. But instead, you were stuck with being a babysitter.

-

After the game was over, Sweden had won 3-2 to Ireland. Magda and Frido came over to you, and you immidiatly moved down towards the fence. Magda reached her hands towards you, and you expected her to grab the baby: but instead, she forced you and the baby over.

"Look at you, Y/N! You look like you have never done anything but been a mother, absolute natural!"

Frido cheered at you which made you blush. Little Elsa was a joy to be around. This was one of the things you had imagined would be your life by now. Bringing you and Alexia’s daughter to matches in her little Barcelona jersey with “Mami” on the back. Taking her down to the field to kick the ball around and say hello to the girls. Alexia giving you and her little girl a cuddle while the media took cute pictures for you to repost and get frames. You and Alexia with a little family was all you had ever dreamed of.

“Do you mind watching her? I’m just gonna go take pictures and sign a few jerseys”

You nodded immediately. The toddler had just started walking, and she was becoming increasingly wormy. You giggled at the toddler before walking over to get a ball. You sat the toddler down and passed the ball towards her. She kicked it back a few times before falling on her butt. You ushered towards her as you made a surprised face.

“Uh-oh! Did you jump on your butt? What a cool trick!”

It made Elsa giggle, and you scooped her up in your arms before spinning with her a couple of times. The girl was giggling like only a toddler can, her smile wide with happiness.

“More, More!” She yelled when you stopped.

You immediately shifted your grip on her and threw her up in the air before catching her. It reminded you of when you father would do the same with you; you loved it and so did Elsa.

“Y/N, thank you for watching her! Alright, Elsa. Say «byebye” to y/n” Magda gratefully said before taking Elsa into her arms.

“Really, Y/N, thank you so much. She loves you already, please come to our others games too. Elsa would love it, and I’m sure someone else does too”

She looked towards Frido who was talking to a fan. You blushed before saying your goodbyes with Elsa and Magda.

Later that night, you got a notification on your phone. It was from instagram. Frido had tagged you in a post, and you immediately clicked the notification.

-

Fridolinarolfo

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Fridolinarolfo Sötnos

MadalenaErikkson16: Newest Swedish wag?

User277 Wait, is this a hard launch??

User252 Isnt this @AlexiaPutellas girlfriend??

User2737 I would’ve never guessed?? Im here for it!!

You closed your eyes. Partly in confusion and partly in happiness. You loved the picture. A picture she snapped on field when you were playing with Elsa. That’s was when your phone buzzed again. But this time, it was Alexia. It’s was a message from the woman you once called “mi vida” and “mi sol”. You open the message up even though you probably shouldn’t. With trembling hands, you open the message.

Mi vida

Por favor, te amo. Por favor no digas que frido y tú están saliendo. Lo siento muchísimo. Quiero hacer las cosas bien, darte lo que te mereces. Lo que debería haber hecho todo el tiempo. Sólo dame una oportunidad más.

It made your head spin. You felt physically ill. In a few days, you would be heading with Frido to Ireland, to watch her play. All before going back home to Barcelona. Back to your ex-girlfriend’s country. Where you have to deal with this whole situation. Clean up Alexia’s messes. You think that probably shouldn’t have gone to Sweden, but then again: Alexia missed her turn. And you and Fridolina are just bestfriends, right?

[mudisgranapat]

This is so Simon Riley as a boys dad coded.

Yes Simon is very girl dad coded BUT i imagine him as wanting a big family (3-4 kids) once he decided to start a family (I picture 2 older boys and twin baby girls😭).

He never thought about having kids, with his past and his profession, but that all changes once you two meet. And then, after the first kid, he just can’t get enough of it. All he can think about is how good you look carrying his babies and caring for them.

He loves getting home to the absolute chaos of children running around in every direction, laughter and yells echoing in the house. The first thing he would do is draw you a bath, bring a glass of your favourite drink and let you rest while he gets the kids ready for bed. He would then give you a massage once the kids are sleeping, telling you how good you look taking care of his children.

In the morning, the would let you sleep in, having the boys set the table while he does the girls’ hair, clipping multi-colour hair clips all over their head. He would wake you up once the kids are ready, table is set and he has started cooking breakfast.

During the week, he was the one that got the kids under control, teaching them young the discipline of a soldier. He would have them do chores around the house and learn how to do things by themselves from a young age.

But during weekends… it was total chaos. You would lay on the couch, reading a book and drinking some tea your husband made, while your kids ran around in every direction. Sometimes they would play tag, the four of them running trying to catch Simon. Other times, they would play football in the backyard (and sometimes inside the house, until you give Simon a warning look).

But their FAVOURITE game was special ops. Simon would hide while the kids looked for him, covered in toy gear from head to toe. Obviously, wearing masks, just like their daddy. They would wreak havoc, sponge bullets flying in every direction, and Simon would not spare them.

He would jump from balconies, hide in bushes, even going as far as setting up cameras to surprise them. Most of the time, you would just watch in awe, laughing your ass of. On some occasions, you would secretly form and alliance with your husband, hiding a small water gun under the couch pillow, jumping the kids when they eventually came to you for help, trying to bribe Simon’s location out of you with snacks.

By the end of the day, you would all be exhausted from running around the house. After everyone was showered and changed, you would lay on the couch together. You would cuddle into Simon’s chest while the kids found a spare limb to burrow under. The girls always pick the movie, and the six of you would fall asleep on the couch, one of the girls clutching Simon’s “Ghost” mask. He would chuckle to himself, thinking about how never, in a million years, he thought Ghost would bring so much happiness into the world.

[gavisfanta]

gavi with a breeding kink aftet seeing you playing with his nieces and nephews (for the sake of this just pretend like he has some) 😮‍💨

BEDTIME - GAVI

summary: gavi and you are babysitting and after you put the kids to bed gavi tells you about his desire

a/n: changed it a bit, hope you dont mind anon

warning: smut, not proofread

"I think it's slowly time to go to bed." You mumbled while you stared at the small boy infront of you.

You and Gavi had to babysit some family friend's kids. Because they didn't want you to be alone and lonely while the kids sleep they asked you to invite Gavi too.

So now you were done playing with them and it had turned 8pm.

"Okay." The younger boy nodded his head. He was around the age of 5, but the girl who was 8 and very distracted by the tv didn't wanna go.

"Can I stay here?" She asked and looked at you.

"No, come on it's time for bed." You stood up while Gavi remained sitting on the sofa. She looked at the spanish midfielder and then stood up.

"Can you come with me?" Maria asked and then Gavi flashed you a quick smile.

"I'll put them both to sleep, don't worry." Gavi winked at you and you still followed him upstairs. The younger boy whose name was Ale ran to his room which was right next to Marias, the girls.

Maria was obsessed with Gavi the second she saw him. She literally played with him all day and when the two of you sat down outside in the garden she even kissed his cheek.

You knew that she had that one little girl crush on your boyfriend like the one you always had on the lifeguards at the beach.

Trying to impress them when you had no chance due to them being 3 times your age. But you rather considered it cute, you also thought about it that a long time ago, you used to be like that too.

Ale also loved Gavi, but he liked you a bit more, however when it came to playing football he of course chose Gavi.

And after Gavi managed to put the kids to sleep he made his way downstairs again.

So sitting on the couch, complete silence in the house, Gavi turned to you.

"That was awesome of you, I didn't know you were that good with kids." Gavi smiled at you and your cheeks started to color themselves red.

"I don't know" You shrugged your shoulders, Gavi then got closer to you and leaned to your neck.

"Imagine if those were our children. Imagine you with a baby inside your belly," He paused for a second." my baby." Gavi whispered against your neck. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine and his hands started roaming your body.

"Fuck." You muttered under your breath as you threw back your head and Gavi started planting sloppy kisses along your vein on your neck.

He then pulled away after some time snd you two made eye contact. Without a thought your lips collided into eachother and started moving at a fast pace.

Eventually you sat into his lap, feeling the tent in his joggers. Then he pulled away.

"You really wanna do it in here?" Gavi raised his brows while he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You turn me on, I can't wait for them to get home with my dick hard." Gavi whispered aggressively and you shook your head while smiling a little.

"You're an idiot." You stood up for a second so that he could take off his boxers and sweatpants.

"Take off your pants, if so, we won't have much time to get changed." Gavi nudged his head towards you and you also took off your pants, leaving you only in your red thong and him with nothing covering his lower body.

"You wanna have my babies amor?" Gavi teased. You felt your arousal getting hotter when he looked up at you, walking over to him and sitting down on his lap, a thin and wet piece of fabric separating you two.

However, you didn't wait long until you lifted up your hips and then Gavi pulled down his shorts to his knees. His hard dick basically jumping out of his boxers, standing tall below your core. Gavi then grabbed it and with his other hand he rubbed his fingers along your folds. You whimpered at the touch and you slowly slid down his dick, Gavi holding it at the bottom to stabilize it.

"I'm gonna give you so many children, you'd look so hot pregnant." Gavi whispered into your ear. You whimpered quietly as he then grabbed your hips and moved you up and down carefully, slow at first and then his pace speeding up.

A light and silent sound of skin clapping against eachother lingered around in the room. The only thing you prayed for was that the children wouldn't wake up.

You accidentally moaned loudly to which Gavi responded with sticking two of his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around them, wetting them in your Salvia. His hand then slipped down to your clit and started rubbing it in figures of eight.

You moaned against his skin as you lowered your head into the crook of his shoulder.

He kept thrusting up into you until your legs began to shake and the warm knot in your abdominal kept growing. Gavi noticed the way you clenched around him and only fastened his pace.

Eventually you both came, his dick shooting ropes of his cum into your pussy as you sunk down on him, moaning and whining.

Hs threw his head back as he tried to catch his breath. "You gonna have my children hm?" He asked, he was so drunk from the orgasm that he forgot that you're on birth control. But maybe he just ignored it.

"Now let's get you cleaned up without waking up the children." Gavi said after a few minutes.

As you two cleaned up a bit and got dressed you sat down on the couch again and only 15 minutes later your family's friends came home.

"Thank you so much for paying attention to the kids." The mother thanked you two as you stood at the door.

"Oh no worries at all." You smiled and the both of you then went to the car.

"I just hope the kids wont tell her about the noise the monster under her bed made." Gavi joked and you gave him a weird look.

"What noise?" You knitted your eyebrows together and the next second Gavi started to intimidate you moaning. You immediately smaked his chest with your hand and looked the other way while he kept laughing.

"You're my favorite monster, if that makes you feel better."

[teamblck]

the 141 as dads

captain john price-

• this man is would be such a good dad

• we all know for a fact this man has a breeding kink so i see him having like 3/4 kids

• waking up early in the morning and eating bowls of cereal watching old cartoon re runs with them

• would start smoking outside or exclusively in his office because he doesn’t want that around them

• type of dad in his retirement to coach his kids football/soccer team

• the best for laying the child on his chest, humming as they fall asleep

• would be super interested in what his children’s interest are (this goes for all of them but i’m putting it here)

• takes his kids on camping and fishings trips

• loves to play hide-n-seek with his kids

• his kids would mock his actions and stand in front of the tv with his hands behind his back, and when they are napping on the couch his kid would also start snoring cause we all know this man snores LOUDLY

• type of dad whenever his kids mention they like eating something once he buys like 5 boxes of it

• would cry they say their first word no matter what is is

• loves taking them to the park

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick-

• okay literally the best dad ever

• i could see him with like 2 or 3 kids

• MATCHING OUTFITS

• if he had girls he would 1000% learn all kind of cute braid styles for them

• when he found out his spouse was pregnant he would be shocked but happy and would immediately buy 100 what to expect when you’re expecting books

• would hate when he kids got into trouble cause he would hate laying the law down but would sit them down and talk every calm but firm

• then would go into another room and be like 🥺

• would NEVER get angry with his kids

• all the mothers would flirt with him in the pickup line at school and he just ignores it

• he thinks his children deserve the entire world

• his kids call Price grandpa

• will blow raspberries on their stomachs until they they can’t stop giggling

• takes 1000 photos of his kids doing anything and then spam sends them to his spouse

• got so nauseous the first time he changed a diaper

• family halloween outfits

john ‘soap’ mactavish-

• such a fun dad

•pillow forts

• ice cream for breakfast

• if he had a son/sons he would cut their hair in the mohawk style as well

• would want so many children omg

• he comes from a big family so i think he would want one as well

• but if his spouse didn’t want a big family he would be okay with it

• if you’ve watched modern family he would be like phil dunphy

• would put his kids on those kid leashes whenever they go anywhere

• i feel like one thing he would struggle with is saying no to his children

• would always help them with their math and science homework

• type of dad to do push ups while his kids are sitting in his back and they are all giggling

• the proudest dad ever! is at every dance recital or sports game or talent show and if he can’t be (because of his job) he would ask all about it when he got home and even if they did poorly he would still tell them how proud of them he is and go her ice cream

•TICKLE FIGHTS

• it would also tear him up if couldn’t be there during a special event for his children

• i also feel like he would cry at major life milestones

• if his children/kid are into sports all you can hear at games is him yelling across the field

simon ‘ghost’ riley-

• GIRL DAD SIMON GIRL DAD SIMON GIRL DAD SIMON

• just imagine him with a pink baby holder strapped to his chest

• he would be such a good father omg

• with his past with his father he would be super scared at first but then as he’s holding this tiny infant he would get angry (not at child obviously) cause how could anyone treat their child the way his father treated him?

• would be super protective of his children (i mean all of them would tbh)

• as cute as it is for the baby to wear little skull head clothing, i don’t think he would want his children knowing ‘Ghost’.

• i think one thing he would struggle with is when his kids throw tantrums when it’s over something ridiculous like he wouldn’t let them pull their siblings hair or eat something gross off the floor and he doesn’t know how to deal with them. he doesn’t want to get to firm and scare them and he doesn’t want to give into such ridiculous things so he would kinda back away and look at you for help

• his kids would 1000% get his accent

• loves to lift them up with his arms, whooshing them around like they are a super hero

• has tea parties with his kids and their stuffed animals on a regular basis

• such a big softie for his children/child are you kidding me

• his children/kid use him as like a jungle gym and are usually hanging off his arms

• would never tell them what he does for work and when they ask he would just say ‘work’

i would give any of these men children or all of them

let me know if you have any feedback!!

[helen-with-an-a]

Hi is there any chance you could write for niamh charles please. Maybe niamh proposing after being with reader for a while?

Hiiiii - so I don't know much about Niamh so there may be some inaccuracies but I did give it a good go. I hope you enjoy <3<3<3

Snapshots

Niamh Charles x Reader

Descriptions: Snapshots of your relationship with Niamh

Word Count: 6.9k

September 2005 – 6 years old

You were terrified, a feeling that consumed you completely. New people. New faces. News routine. New sport. New coaches. New everything. You couldn’t do it. You wouldn’t. You clung to your dad’s leg. Panic rose in your chest, tightening your throat and making it hard to breathe. Without thinking, you clung to your dad’s leg, clutching onto him in a vain attempt to not have to step onto the field.

“C’mon, chickie. You said you wanted to try football like your brothers.” Your dad smiled down at you, his words kind but expression showing his mild annoyance. He looked down at you, a small smile on his lips meant to reassure, but his expression betrayed a hint of mild annoyance. He didn’t understand the storm of emotions churning inside you, the fear that had taken root and wouldn’t let go. “Look at your brothers, they’re enjoying it.” he added, motioning toward the field.

It was true – your old brother’s loved football. So did you. All they talked about for the last 2 years were their football training and matches. But you couldn’t go. You were too little. Not this time though. This year, you were finally old enough to participate. So, why couldn’t you do it? This was what you had wanted, what you had waited for. But the field seemed so big, the other kids so confident, and you felt so small and out of place. You clung tighter to your dad.

“Niamhy, honey. C’mon, the sessions about to start.” Another man caught your attention. He had the same look on his face that your father had. You looked down, following his eyeline. Another girl clung to her father’s leg, about your age, clinging to her father’s leg just like you were. She had big tears streaming down her cheeks, her face scrunched up in a mixture of fear and sadness. You could tell she was just as scared as you were, her small body trembling as she clung to her dad. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it when you’re out there.” He tried again.

Your dad crouched down beside you, his tone softening as he spoke, pulling your attention back. “You don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to, Chickie. But I know how much you’ve wanted to play, how excited you were for this day. Maybe it’s scary now, but once you’re out there, I think you’ll have fun. Just like your brothers.” His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign that you were ready, that you were willing to take that first step.

You glanced back at the other girl, still holding onto her father, but now with her face buried in his leg, her small sobs muffled. Then, you looked back at the field, at your brothers laughing and running around with the other kids. They were having fun, just like you had imagined. Maybe you could, too?

Slowly, hesitantly, you loosened your grip on your dad’s leg. Your heart was still pounding, and your legs felt shaky, but you took a deep breath and nodded, just a little. Your dad’s smile widened, and he gently squeezed your shoulder.

“There’s my brave girl,” he said softly. “Let’s go give it a try.”

You were a brave girl. You could do this. You walked past the little girl, stopping in front of her. “Hi,” you squeaked, taking in her long brown hair and bright blue eyes. She looked up at you, her face still streaked with tears, but curiosity flickering in her eyes.

“Hi,” she sniffed, her voice small and shaky.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, holding out your hand to her. She hesitated for a moment, then sniffed again, wiping her nose on her sleeve as she stared at your outstretched hand.

“I’m Niamh,” she finally replied, her voice a little stronger now. Tentatively, she reached out and took your hand in hers. Her grip was soft and a little unsure,

You squeezed her hand gently, trying to offer some comfort, even though you still felt a bit nervous yourself. “Maybe we can do this together?” you suggested, your voice wavering slightly. It was something your mother said to you whenever you didn’t want to do something.

Niamh looked at you, her blue eyes wide and searching. For a moment, she seemed to weigh the possibility, then she nodded, a tiny, brave smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Okay,” she whispered.

The two of you stood there for a moment, hands clasped before stepping onto the field.

“Ready?” you asked, trying to muster as much courage as you could for both of you.

“Ready,” Niamh echoed, her voice more confident now, her tears drying as she took a deep breath.

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March 2013 – 13 years old

“Mum, I’m going to—” 

“Niamh’s, I know,” your mum interrupted, her tone affectionate and knowing. She didn’t even have to ask where you were headed; she’d grown used to the sight of you dashing out the door to Niamh’s house every chance you got.

You smiled sheepishly at her, realising just how predictable you’d become. “Yeah,” you replied, grabbing your backpack, and football boots.

“Don’t forget to tell Niamh your good news,” your mum added with a laugh, watching the way your cheeks flushed pink at the reminder.

You paused in the doorway, the excitement bubbling up in your chest once again. It was the kind of news that made your heart race every time you thought about it, and now you were finally going to share it with the person who meant the most to you.

“I won’t forget,” you promised, though you could already feel the nervous butterflies in your stomach at the thought of saying it out loud. But if there was anyone who deserved to know, it was Niamh.

Your mum waved you off with a knowing smile, and you hurried down the path, the summer sun warm on your skin. As you made your way to Niamh’s house, your mind raced with anticipation, replaying the moment when you’d tell her the news that had changed everything.

When you reached Niamh’s door, you hesitated for a split second, gathering your courage. Then, you knocked, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement swirling inside you.

“You don’t have to knock y’know!” Niamh’s sister greeted you. “It’s always open anyways, and you have a key.”

“Knocking is polite,” you replied, sticking your tongue out at her as you stepped through the familiar threshold, the scent of something delicious wafting from the kitchen ““She’s upstairs,” Lucy supplied helpfully, already making her way toward the kitchen, probably to continue whatever mischief she’d been up to. You struggled to suppress the groan that automatically formed in your throat.

There was only one thing you disliked about hanging out at Niamh’s house: her bedroom. Niamh was a Liverpool fanatic – just like you – but she had taken her love for the team to an extreme that bordered on obsession. Her whole room was drenched in a sea of red: red walls, Liverpool bedding, red cushions, even the curtains were a blazing scarlet. Posters of Liverpool players adorned every available inch of wall space, their intense gazes seeming to follow you no matter where you stood. While you were just as passionate about the team, you preferred to keep your fan gear to a minimum – scarves, jerseys, maybe a signed ball. Niamh, on the other hand, had turned her room into a shrine. The sheer brightness of the colour made your eyes ache every time you stepped inside.

Still, it was Niamh’s space, and you loved her, so you put up with it. You knocked on her bedroom door, a habit you couldn’t shake, even though she always teased you about it. You waited for the inevitable shout of "Come in!"

“You don’t have to knock, you know,” Niamh called out from her bed, her voice light and teasing. She was lounging across her bed, surrounded by red cushions, her head propped up on one arm as she looked over at you with a playful smile.

“Knocking is polite,” you shot back, pulling a face at her as you stepped inside. The room hit you with its usual wave of crimson, but you ignored it, focusing instead on the familiar comfort of being with your best friend.

You walked over to her bed, dropping your bag as you went, and without a second thought, you flopped down on top of her, causing her to let out a gentle grunt as your weight settled on her. The two of you burst into laughter, the sound filling the room and drowning out the overwhelming red for a moment.

As you lay there, sprawled across Niamh like you’d done a hundred times before, you noticed her scent—warm and familiar, like rising bread and cozy campfires. It was comforting, grounding you in this moment, making you feel safe and at home.

Niamh laughed again, wrapping an arm around you and playfully trying to push you off, though not really making much of an effort. “You’re such a dork,” she teased, but there was nothing but affection in her voice.

“And you love it,” you retorted, your face pressed against the soft, red fabric of her bedspread.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, but she was smiling, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

For a moment, you forgot about the big news you had to share, content to just be there with her, surrounded by the ridiculous red walls, the warmth of her laughter, and the comforting smell of her room. But the excitement bubbling inside you was too much to keep down for long. You couldn’t wait to see her reaction, to share this moment with her.

You rolled off her and propped yourself up on one elbow, looking at her with a wide grin. “Niamh, I’ve got something to tell you,” you began, your voice tinged with the thrill of what was to come.

Her eyes widened with curiosity as she looked at you. “What is it? Don’t keep me in suspense!”

You took a deep breath, your heart racing as you finally let the words tumble out. “I got an invite to go to Liverpool academy trials in June.”

For a split second, the room was completely silent. Niamh’s eyes grew even wider, her mouth falling open in shock. Then, just as quickly, her face broke into the biggest smile you’d ever seen.

“Are you serious?!” she practically screamed, her excitement bursting out of her. Before you could even respond, she grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you playfully. “You’re going to Liverpool Academy trials?! Oh my god, Chickie, that’s amazing!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction, the joy in her eyes making your own heart swell with happiness. “I know! I couldn’t believe it when I got the letter. I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, and now it’s actually happening!”

Niamh jumped up from the bed, practically bouncing with energy. “We have to celebrate! This is huge! You’re one step closer to playing for Liverpool—our Liverpool!”

You sat up, the reality of it all still sinking in. “I know, it’s crazy, right? I’m so nervous, but I’m also really excited. I’ve been practicing every day, trying to get ready.”

Niamh nodded vigorously, her enthusiasm unwavering. “You’re going to crush it, I just know it. You’ve worked so hard for this, and you’re one of the best players I know. They’d be lucky to have you.”

“You aren’t like … mad or anything?”

Niamh’s excitement softened into a look of confusion as she sat back down beside you on the bed. “Mad? Why would I be mad?”

You hesitated, suddenly unsure of how to explain the nagging worry that had been in the back of your mind. “I don’t know,” you admitted, looking down at your hands. “I guess… maybe because this could change things between us? I mean, what if I get in and I have to spend all my time training or traveling? I don’t want to lose you.”

“Niamh’s expression softened, and she reached over, placing a reassuring hand on yours. “Chick, I could never be mad at you for following your dreams. This is what you’ve always wanted. Besides,” she added with a smirk, “I got a letter too.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you blinked at her, momentarily stunned. “Wait, what? You did?”

Niamh nodded, her smile widening even more. “Yeah! I’m going to the Liverpool Academy trials too. I didn’t want to tell you until you told me your news, but now we’re both going!”

For a moment, the shock of her revelation left you speechless. “Are you serious?” you finally managed to ask, a huge grin spreading across your face. “This is insane! We can play for Liverpool together!!” Tears sprung to your eyes, a mix of overwhelming joy and disbelief.

Niamh's eyes sparkled with excitement as she saw your reaction. “I know! I was waiting for the right moment to tell you, but this is even better than I could have imagined. We’re going to be on the same team, can you believe it?”

The gravity of it all hit you like a tidal wave, and you threw your arms around Niamh, pulling her into a tight hug. You both laughed and cried together, the emotions of the moment pouring out in an uncontainable flood. “I love you, Niamh.

“I love you too, Chickie.”

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July 2013 – 14 years old

You had waited for over a month. Each day more torturous than the last. And now, you stood in your bedroom, Niamh in front of you, both clutching your LFC-stamped letters. The familiar, crimson logo glinted in the soft light of your room, making your heart race.

Niamh’s eyes were alight with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She looked at you with a hopeful smile, her fingers lightly gripping the envelope as if it were a precious artifact. “Are you ready to open them?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

You took a deep breath, nodding vigorously. “Yes, I think so.” You looked at each other, carefully handing the other your letter. This is what you had agreed on – you would open the other’s letter.

With a final glance at each other, you both tore open the envelopes simultaneously, the anticipation palpable in the quiet of your room. The rustle of paper seemed to echo, a crescendo to the moment you had both been waiting for.

You pulled out the letter, your hands slightly shaking. The official Liverpool FC header was unmistakable, and you carefully unfolded the paper. The words began to blur as your eyes scanned them, but you forced yourself to focus.

Niamh’s letter was unfolding in tandem beside you, and you could see her trying to read it as quickly as you were. The seconds felt like minutes, each one stretching as you both read. When you finally reached the end of your letter, a mix of emotions overwhelmed you. Your heart pounded with a strange, exhilarating combination of relief and exhilaration. You glanced over at Niamh, who had the same look of intense concentration on her face.

 “You got in!” you both shouted simultaneously, the words tumbling out in a rush of disbelief and joy. The room was filled with a mixture of exhilaration and sheer elation as you both looked at each other, the reality of the news sinking in.

You took a moment to absorb what you had just read, your eyes widening as the words "Congratulations, you’ve been accepted to the Liverpool Youth Academy" seemed to dance on the page. The letter felt heavier with its implications, you were that much closer to playing proper football.

Niamh’s face was a mirror of your own amazement and happiness. “We did it, Chickie! We’re both going to play for Liverpool!” she said, her voice rising with uncontainable excitement. Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, radiated pure joy as she grabbed your hand and gave it an enthusiastic squeeze. The intensity of the moment was palpable, and her touch felt electrifying, like a tangible connection to all your shared dreams coming true.

“I can’t believe it,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “This is beyond anything I ever imagined. We’re actually going to be there, together. Liverpool players.”

Niamh’s excitement seemed to bubble over, and she sprang up from the bed, her movements light and buoyant. She began to dance around the room with wild abandon, her laughter ringing like a melody. “We need to celebrate! This is huge! Oh, my god,” she exclaimed, her voice echoing with glee.

Caught up in the whirlwind of her enthusiasm, you felt a surge of emotions that left you breathless. Your heart was racing so fast you thought you might explode with the intensity of it all. It was as if time had slowed down and every heartbeat was amplified by the joy and adrenaline coursing through you.

Without really thinking, you pulled on Niamh’s hand, drawing her back towards you. The warmth of her grip was comforting and reassuring, anchoring you in the moment. As she came closer, you felt an overwhelming urge to express just how much this meant to you both.

In one swift, instinctive motion, you leaned in and placed a gentle, tender peck on her lips. It was a fleeting, but heartfelt gesture, a spontaneous act of affection that seemed to encapsulate all the emotions you were feeling. The kiss was soft and quick, but it spoke volumes about the depth of your bond and the excitement you shared.

Niamh’s eyes widened in surprise, and she froze for a moment, her laughter halted mid-giggle. Then, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and a delighted, somewhat dazed smile spread across her face. She looked at you with a mixture of shock and elation, her gaze softening as she absorbed the meaning behind the kiss.

“What was that for?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, though her smile betrayed her happiness. Her hand still rested in yours, and you could feel the pulse of both your hearts synchronising in this shared moment.

You shrugged, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “I don’t know. But I liked it. I really liked it.”

“I really liked it too.” She smiled broadly at you. “Can I do it again?”

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September 2015 – 16 years old

“Baby, don’t be dumb,” you insisted, your voice light and teasing. You were lying on your bed, your leg propped up on a mountain of cushions, while Niamh’s head rested comfortably on your chest. The room was cozy, filled with the soft glow of a lamp and the faint hum of a playlist you both loved.

“I’m not,” she protested, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. She sounded almost petulant, a hint of stubbornness in her tone.

“Yes, you are,” you laughed, gently running your fingers through her hair. The act was soothing, and her relaxed sigh against your chest was a testament to the comfort you both found in each other’s presence. “You not going to the Euro qualifiers just because I broke my ankle is so dumb.” You had broken your ankle the day the selection emails came out. What you were most pissed off about was that it wasn’t even football related.

You were showering, having just come back from a run to clear your head. You had heard the telltale ting of the notification, and you had raced to get out the shower. Sopping wet and slippery, you had tried to rush through the bathroom, barely able to see through the stinging shampoo in your eyes. The tiles beneath your feet were slick, and before you knew it, you had lost your balance. The next thing you felt was the sharp, jarring pain as you twisted your ankle, followed by a loud crash as you hit the floor.

The pain was immediate and intense, radiating from your ankle up through your leg. You had tried to get up, but every movement sent a wave of agony through your body. Desperately, you had managed to crawl over to the bathroom door, reaching for your phone with trembling hands

Your brother’s had laughed. They poked fun at how you had managed to hurt yourself while trying to escape the shower, their jokes punctuated by their good-natured chuckles. Your father had looked at you disapprovingly, his furrowed brows and stern expression reflecting his disapproval. He was a man of practical solutions and strong opinions, and the sight of you in pain, lying helplessly on the bathroom floor, had sparked a lecture on being more careful and not rushing things. Meanwhile, your mother had taken on the role of caretaker with a comforting blend of compassion and efficiency. She had rushed to your side with a calm urgency, gently helping you finish washing out the shampoo from your eyes. Her hands were steady as she guided you through getting dressed, her soft voice soothing and practical as you waited for the ambulance to arrive. Niamh had been a wreck when you told her – a mix of fearful tears and anger at not looking after yourself properly. She had fussed and hovered until you had hauled her over to you, trapping her in your arms and forcing her to nap with you.

 “It’s not dumb. You need me here. We’ve been talking about this for ages, and now you’re hurt. What if you need something? What if you feel down and need cheering up?” Niamh scoffed, tilting her head slightly, looking up at you with a mixture of concern and disbelief.

You shook your head, wincing slightly at the movement but smiling, nonetheless. “I’ll be fine, Niamhy. I’ve got a lot of people still here – my family, our friends, your family. Plus, I’ve got you here with me now. That’s more than enough.” You kissed her forehead like it was a full stop, punctuating the end of your sentence.

She furrowed her brows, her eyes scanning your face for any signs of insincerity. “But what if you get lonely? Or if you need help with something I can’t just do over the phone?”

You laughed softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “I’ve got a whole team of people here to help me. And besides, it’s not like we’re saying goodbye forever. It’s a week at a time, max. You’ll be back before you know it.”

Niamh bit her lip, clearly torn between her own desires and the need to be there for you. “I just hate the thought of you missing out on something so big, especially when it means so much to you, to us. And I really want to do this together.”

“Listen,” you said, your voice gentle but firm. “I appreciate everything you’re doing, but you have to put yourself first sometimes. This is a huge opportunity for you, and I don’t want you to miss it because of me. You would insist I go if it was the other way round.”

She sighed deeply, closing her eyes for a moment as if weighing the decision in her heart. “Okay, okay. I guess you’re right. It’s just...hard. I wanted to be there for you, and I feel like I’m abandoning you.”

You stroked her hair soothingly. “You’re not abandoning me. You’re going to do amazing things, and I’ll be right here cheering you on. And when you come back, we’ll celebrate everything together.

Niamh looked up at you with a soft, appreciative smile, her eyes still glistening with a touch of emotion. “You’re really something else, you know that? Always thinking about others even when you’re the one who’s hurt.”

You grinned, giving her a playful nudge. “That’s what girlfriends are for.”

“She chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re impossible. But I love you for it.”

You squeezed her hand gently, feeling a surge of warmth at her words. “I love you too.”

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June 2020 – 20 years old

“Chickie, I … there’s something I need to tell you.” Niamh was sitting on the couch, her body tight and rigid as she waited for you to enter the living room. You had been isolating together in your small flat near the Liverpool training grounds. It was nothing luxurious or stunning. But it was yours, yours and Niamh’s—a small sanctuary where you could escape the pressures of the world and focus on your dreams.

You felt the blood rush from your face. Was she dying? Was she sick? Did she do something illegal? Your mind raced through worst-case scenarios, each more terrifying than the last. You had been through so much together, and the thought of something happening to her made your heart pound.

“Just tell me,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the panic that was rising in your chest. “What’s wrong?”

Niamh’s eyes were filled with tears, the bright blue covered by a filmy layer. She took a deep breath, clearly struggling to find the right words. “It’s not… it’s not bad … or at least it doesn’t have to be.”

Your anxiety didn't ease, but you nodded, urging her to continue. “Alright, go on.”

Niamh swallowed hard, her hands twisting nervously in her lap. “I got an offer from another club." Your heart sunk a little further. “And I’m accepting it.” Your heart was on the floor.

The news hit you like a punch to the gut. Your heart sank, and you could almost feel it breaking as the realisation set in. This wasn’t just about a new opportunity for her; it was about a significant change that would affect both of you.

“Baby, that’s amazing!” you managed to say, though your voice was tinged with confusion and hurt. “Why wouldn’t you tell me? This is a huge opportunity for you.”

Niamh looked down, tears welling in her eyes, the weight of her decision evident in her expression. “Because… I wasn’t sure if I should go. I know you’re going through a tough time, and I didn’t want to add to it. I’ve been feeling like I should stay here to support you, but I don’t want to give up this chance either.”

It was true. You had been struggling since the club’s relegation. Each loss, each mistake seemed like a personal failure, and it had been taking a toll on you. The pressure and self-doubt had been overwhelming, making you feel isolated and lost.

“Oh, Niamhy, no.” You reached out, taking her hand in yours, trying to convey the depth of your feelings through the simple act of connection. “Honey, whatever shit I’ve been going through doesn’t mean you should give up on your dreams. I need you to go for this. It’s a huge opportunity, and you deserve it.”

Niamh’s tears began to fall freely now, her emotions spilling out as she looked at you with a mix of gratitude and sadness. “But I don’t want to leave you alone. You’ve been struggling, and I can’t bear the thought of walking away when you need me.”

“You’re not walking away from me,” you said, your voice steady despite the lump in your throat. “You’re pursuing something you’ve worked so hard for. It’s not about leaving me; it’s about following your path. We’ve both had our share of challenges, and this is your chance to shine. I’ll be okay. We’ll find a way to make it work.”

Niamh squeezed your hand, her grip tightening as if she were holding onto the last thread of her resolve. “Are you sure? I don’t want to make things harder for you.”

“I’m sure,” you said with a reassuring nod. “I want you to be happy and successful. If this is what you need to do, then you should do it. We’ll support each other, no matter where we go.”

You leaned forward, the tenderness of the moment urging you closer. As your lips brushed against hers, you pressed a long, languid kiss to her mouth. The kiss was gentle yet filled with a depth of emotion that words alone could not convey. It was a blend of consolation and affirmation, a silent vow that no matter where life’s paths took you both, the love and support you offered each other would remain unwavering.

The kiss lingered, a moment suspended in time where the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of shared hope and love. When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested together, breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Niamh’s eyes met yours, glistening with a mixture of gratitude and resolve. “I promise I’ll make the most of this opportunity,” she said softly. “I’ll work hard and make sure it’s worth it.”

“And I promise I’ll be here,” you replied, your thumb brushing gently against her cheek. “Cheering you on every step of the way, no matter how far apart we are.” You kissed her again, letting your unspoken emotions seep into it.

“Now, what club are you signing for?” You asked when you parted.

She took a deep breath, “Chelsea.”

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May 2021 – 21 years old

Despite not being in the WSL, this season had been the best you had ever played. Your performance on the field had reached new heights; you were faster, more agile, and more precise than ever before. Every match felt like an opportunity to showcase the skills you had honed over countless hours of practice and dedication.

Your team had finished 3rd in the league. But it was your individual achievements that made this season particularly special. You had ended up as the top goal scorer in the league, a title that was both exhilarating and deeply satisfying. It was a recognition of your hard work, skill, and relentless pursuit of excellence.

The feeling of being the top goal scorer was intoxicating. Each goal was a testament to your ability to read the game, anticipate plays, and execute with precision. It wasn’t just about the goals themselves; it was about the countless drills and sacrifices that had led you to this point. The season had been a whirlwind of training sessions, tactical meetings, and intense matches, but it had all paid off in a way that surpassed your expectations.

You had found a rhythm that was almost musical in its flow—a blend of speed, finesse, and sheer determination. Your confidence had grown with every game, and the respect from your teammates and opponents alike had become evident. The accolades and praise were a reflection of your relentless commitment to your craft.

Despite being in the Championship, you had started to gain attention from major clubs. The buzz around your performances spread quickly, catching the eye of scouts and managers from across the continent. It wasn’t long before you were called into the England Under-23s squad, an opportunity that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

The call-up was a significant milestone. You were so close to the senior team. It validated all the hard work you had put in and was a testament to your rising star. Joining the Under-23s meant you would be training and competing with some of the best young talents in the country, pushing yourself to new levels and proving your worth on an even bigger stage.

Soon, the offers started rolling in from top-tier clubs, both within the UK and abroad. You found yourself at the centre of a whirlwind of interest, with clubs from across Europe expressing their desire to bring you into their ranks. The prospect of moving to a different country, adapting to a new league, and facing new challenges was both exhilarating and overwhelming.

Each offer came with its own set of promises and opportunities – better contracts, more prestigious leagues, and the chance to compete in European competitions. Your phone was constantly buzzing with messages from agents, club representatives, and media inquiries. The attention was flattering, but it also added a layer of pressure. You had to navigate through the noise and focus on what was best for your future. You had taken less than 10 seconds to tell your agent to say yes on your behalf.

Niamh’s flat was small and perfect. You had helped her pick it out and decorate, at her insistence. She had a keen eye for detail, and every corner of the flat reflected her personality—warm, vibrant, and inviting. The living room was a cozy blend of deep blues and soft greys, adorned with the occasional deep red throw pillows that hinted at your shared love for Liverpool. The kitchen, though compact, was functional and bright, with fresh herbs on the windowsill and a small dining table that had seen countless laughter-filled meals.

Despite its modest size, the flat felt expansive because of how it was meticulously arranged to maximise space and comfort. You had spent countless weekends over the past few months assisting with the interior design, from choosing paint colours to picking out furniture. It had become a joint project, a labour of love that brought you both closer together. She had insisted it was your flat, not just hers. Just like your house in Liverpool was hers, not just yours.

You knocked on the door, your heart racing with excitement as you heard Niamh’s muffled voice from inside, her confusion about the late visitor clear. It was only 8:30 PM, but for Niamh, who cherished her routine and quiet evenings, it might as well have been the middle of the night.

As the door slowly creaked open, Niamh’s face appeared, a mix of surprise and confusion etched on her features. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of you standing there with a bag of takeout and a hopeful smile. She was dressed in comfy sweatpants and one of your old training tops, clearly in relaxation mode.

“Hi,” you greeted, your voice bubbling with excitement as you stepped inside her small, cozy flat. The room was filled with the warm glow of soft lighting, casting a gentle aura that made the space feel even more intimate and inviting.

Niamh’s eyes widened even further, her gaze flitting between you and the bag in your hand. “Chickie? What… what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Liverpool!” Her voice was a mix of bewilderment and genuine joy, her surprise evident as she tried to grasp the reality of your unexpected visit.

You chuckled softly at her reaction, the sound of her astonishment warming your heart. “I know, I know. But I had a meeting here in London and didn’t want to pay for a hotel,” you teased, your grin widening at her continued shock.

“A meeting? What meeting?” Her brow furrowed in genuine confusion, clearly struggling to piece together the sudden appearance of her long-distance partner.

You continued to smile, revelling in the moment. “Well, I had a meeting, and I ended up signing a new contract.”

Niamh’s eyes were already brimming with questions, her curiosity piqued. “A new contract?”

“Yes,” you said with a nonchalant shrug, “for my new club.”

“New … new club?” Her voice was filled with a mix of disbelief and curiosity, the wheels in her mind turning rapidly.

“Uh-huh,” you confirmed, savouring the way her eyes widened with each revelation. “I’ve just become the latest member of a new team.”

“Wh-what? Which club?” Her voice was a breathless whisper, her eyes locked on yours, eager for the full story.

You took a deep breath, enjoying the build-up. “Chelsea,” you said, letting the name hang in the air for a moment.

Niamh stared at you, her mouth slightly open in stunned silence. The reality of your words took a moment to sink in. “Chelsea?” she finally repeated, her voice tinged with awe. “As in my Chelsea?”

“That’s the one,” you said with a playful wink. “I guess you could say I’ve got a new home now.”

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May 2024 – 21 years old

It had been an amazing four years at Chelsea. The transition from your previous club had been challenging, but every hurdle had only made the success more rewarding. Your time at Chelsea had been marked by incredible highs—winning domestic trophies, securing a spot in the Champions League, and forming lasting friendships with teammates who had become like family.

Your growth on the pitch had been nothing short of phenomenal. The training sessions were gruelling, but they had sharpened your skills and bolstered your confidence. The support from your coaches and the camaraderie within the team had created an environment where you could thrive and push your limits. You had even been named Player of the Season last year, a recognition that felt surreal but was a testament to your hard work and dedication.

Off the pitch, life had also been vibrant. The city of London had become a second home, with its endless opportunities for exploration and its rich cultural offerings. Gone were the days of long-distance. Your life with Niamh was perfect. Your home was warm and welcoming, the walls echoing with laughter and the occasional passionate debate over football matches.

Your days off were a delightful mix of exploring new parts of the city, relaxing at home, and indulging in the simple pleasure of each other’s company. Whether it was trying out a new restaurant, taking long walks through the parks, or just enjoying quiet evenings in, every moment with Niamh felt precious. You had both made a conscious effort to build a life together, balancing your demanding schedules with time for each other.

The conversations had shifted from career milestones and football achievements to dreams of a shared future—a future that included a home filled with laughter, love, and the pitter-patter of little feet.

The idea of marriage had always been there, a quiet certainty in your hearts. It was no longer just about the grand gestures or the societal expectations, but about solidifying the commitment you both felt so deeply. You had envisioned it many times: a simple yet beautiful ceremony surrounded by family and close friends, a celebration of your love and the journey you had undertaken together. It was a vision that felt both exciting and comforting, a new chapter in a story that had already been so fulfilling.

It was a quiet day at home, just before the last match of the season. The air was filled with a sense of calm anticipation as you and Niamh enjoyed a rare, peaceful afternoon together. The sun streamed through the windows of your cozy living room, casting a warm glow over the space where you’d spent countless hours creating memories.

You were lounging on the couch, flipping through a book while Niamh was at the kitchen counter, preparing a light lunch. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the aroma of her cooking, creating a comforting atmosphere that was both familiar and cherished.

As you glanced up from your book, you caught Niamh’s eye. She had a thoughtful expression on her face, her hands moving deftly as she prepared a simple but delicious spread. You could tell she was deep in thought, her concentration evident as she worked.

Finally, she set the last dish on the table and walked over to join you on the couch. Sitting down beside you, she took your hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. You looked at her, sensing that something was on her mind.

“Chickie,” she began, her voice soft but firm. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

You tilted your head, curiosity piqued. “What’s up, baby?”

Niamh took a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with a blend of nervousness and determination. “You know how we’ve been talking about the future, about settling down, and all of that?” she started, her voice steady despite the slight tremble in her hands. “Well, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what that future looks like, and I realised there’s something important I want to ask you.”

Your heart began to race, a sense of anticipation building as you looked at her. You could feel the weight of the moment, the significance of what she was about to say.

Niamh reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. As she opened it, the glint of a delicate ring caught the light, shimmering with a brilliance that seemed to mirror the emotions in the room.

“Y/N,” she said, her voice wavering slightly with emotion, “will you marry me?”

The world seemed to pause as the words hung in the air. Your eyes widened in shock, and tears sprang to your eyes as you took in the sight of Niamh’s hopeful face and the beautiful ring she held.

You were overcome with a rush of emotion, a mixture of joy, love, and disbelief. “Niamh,” you whispered, your voice cracking with emotion, “are you sure? This is…”

“Yes,” she interrupted gently, her eyes filled with love and sincerity. “I’m sure. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’ve been my rock, my confidant, and my best friend. I can’t imagine my future without you.”

Without waiting for any further words, you threw your arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. “Yes! Yes, of course, I’ll marry you!” you exclaimed, your voice muffled against her shoulder as tears of happiness streamed down your face.

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[joeys-babe]

Joey B blurbs: Isn’t She Lovely

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Summary: Joe brings the twins with him to one of his press conferences, but all Miles seems to want is ‘Momma’.

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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*No particular date for this fic!*

(Joe’s pov)

“Joe, my mom’s calling. Can you take the boys with you?” - you

“To my conference??” - Joe

y/n, Tyson, and Miles came over to Paycor today to watch us practice.

Afterward, I and a couple of the other guys stayed back to play football with the kids. The guys made a few jokes after Tyson successfully threw a spiral at two years old. I thought it was accidental, but Ja’marr and Tee swore it was the ‘Burrow gene’.

Now that almost everyone had left the stadium, y/n and the twins were allowed to come into the locker room with me.

y/n got on to me about how messy my locker was. I told her it was fine, but Tee made a ‘Happy wife, happy life’ joke saying I should clean it.

In the end, I knew I would end up doing it anyway to please her because that woman had me wrapped around her finger. She has since high school.

Currently, I was just about to step into the media room when y/n came rushing up to me, the twins behind her, saying that her mom sent a text saying call me ASAP.

Zac had just walked out from his conference, and he heard our conversation.

“You’re allowed to take ‘em in if you want to. I know you would rather be with them than have someone else watch them.” - Zac

“Yeah, okay. Thanks.” - Joe

“No problem, kid.” - Zac walked off

y/n stood in front of me, her phone still ringing, and I made a split-second decision.

“Go ahead, I’ll take ‘em, baby.” - Joe

“Thank you, you're the best, Joe.” - you

She looked around to see if anyone was present, and when there wasn't anyone, she pressed a quick peck to my lips.

I watched her speedwalk down the hall toward the women's bathroom to have some privacy, and I bent down to the twin's level.

“You guys have to go in there with me for my press conference, okay? You know those videos you watch of me with Mommy where the people ask me questions?” - Joe

“Yeh!” - Tyson

“You guys are gonna sit on my lap for one, okay? If you wanna leave at any point tell me.” - Joe

“Ok, Dada.” - Tyson

“What about you Miles? Sound good?” - Joe

“Sound great, Daddy.” - Miles

I stood up and picked them both up, one in each arm, and walked into the media room.

It was kinda funny watching the reporter’s faces turn to shock. They knew I was a reserved, closed-off person, and that I hated the media, so for me to bring my kids in here was surprising to them.

Pulling my chair out, I sat down and situated the boys on my lap. One sat on each leg.

Tyson laid his head on my shoulder while Miles was looking around, trying to figure everything out.

“How’s it goin’.” - Joe

Everything was silent.

“What’s this?” - Reporter 1

“A one-time thing.” - Joe chuckled

Everyone in the room laughed before a reporter spoke up.

“Who are these cuties?” - Reporter 2

“They're my two-year-old twins. Wanna say your names?” - Joe

I almost laughed as Miles immediately lept forward and grabbed the mic.

“I’m Miles.” - Miles

His voice was super loud in the speakers from how close he was to the mic, and I couldn't help but bust out laughing.

Eventually, I pulled Miles back into my lap and nudged Tyson. He silently shook his head.

“This is Tyson. He's my little mini-me and doesn't like the media like his daddy.” - Joe

The room laughed again before I continued talking.

“You guys can interact with the boys for a little bit but I'm here to talk football.” - Joe

For the first time since I walked in, the room fell silent, till Miles spoke up.

“Momma!” - Miles

“Someone wants his momma.” - Reporter 3 laughed

“Yeah. She’s on the phone, which is why I had to bring ‘em in here.” - Joe

“Momma?” - Miles looked up at Joe

“She’s on the phone, buddy. If you guys can't already tell, he's a momma’s boy. He’s more like her than me personality-wise.” - Joe

“So he’s social?” - Reporter 2 jokes

I laughed as I nodded my head, finding his dig at me to be funny.

“Momma!” - Miles whined

“Guys, excuse me, but I'm probably gonna have to call my wife.” - Joe

This was the most unorganized thing I've ever done.

Pulling my phone out to call y/n, she answered pretty fast.

“Hello? Are you still in your conference?” - you

“Yes, but can you come get Miles? He wants you like bad.” - Joe

“Oh yeah, of course. I’ll be right there.” - you

“Okay, good. See you in a sec.” - Joe

“I won't say I love you, so you don't have to say it back. I know you don't want that being picked up on the mic.” - you laughed

“I love you too, bye.” - Joe smiled

“What?!” - you

I hung up just after that, not caring that I said it right into the mic.

“She’s coming to get this one.” - Joe

I nodded at Miles, then realized he was waving directly at a female reporter.

Just a few seconds went by before the media room door opened and y/n walked in.

She looked at me, unsure of what to do, so I flicked my head telling her to come in my direction.

y/n walked up the platform steps and took Miles from my lap, who was smiling from ear to ear.

“Do you wanna go with Momma too?” - Joe

Tyson shook his head no and sat up, now facing the room of seated reporters.

I leaned the mic away from my mouth and whispered to y/n.

“Thanks, Mama. You look beautiful by the way. I'll see you after this is over.” - Joe grinned

She grinned at me, her cheeks flushing as she situated Miles on her hip before waking away.

When I faced the reporters and fixed the mic back to point toward my face, they all had smiles on their faces.

“Did… did you guys hear that?” - Joe

All at once they all said yes, yeah, mhm, yup.

My cheeks turned red from embarrassment, this was an absolute trainwreck.

“So… Tyson, what can you tell us about your daddy? What does he do at home?” - Reporter 3

“Uhm…” - Tyson sighed

All of the reporters laughed, finding it so funny that Tyson just pulled something so characteristically me.

“He is just like you!” - Reporter 1

“What do I do at home, Ty?” - Joe

“Kiss Mommy.” - Tyson giggled

I immediately groaned and covered my face with my hand. Tyson kept on laughing, and so were the reporters.

“I’m getting exposed right now.” - Joe

“We, Uhm, pway foot…ball.” - Tyson

“We do.” - Joe nodded

“That’s it.” - Tyson blabbered

The room laughed once again till a reporter spoke up.

“So all he does is kiss your mom and play football?” - Reporter 3

“Mhm!” - Tyson

“Pretty accurate, not gonna lie.” - Joe

“Joe, you're pretty smitten with your wife, yeah?” - Reporter 5

“Have been since high school. She’s the best though. The best mom, wife, best friend… and so much more. She keeps me grounded. I know I usually keep my personal life separate from football, but I love her more than anything.” - Joe

“More than football?” - Reporter 2

“More than anything.” - Joe reiterated

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Authors note: though Joe would never do this, let's just imagine he would.

Request for this fic;

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

[babiebom]

Would they be a Girl Dad/Mom or Boy Dad/Mom

A/N: just know that this isn’t the weird incest-y thing that people have going on (the boy moms saying that no girl would ever compare to them when talking about their sons dating stuff) this is just what vibes they give off!! The is completely ignoring the how many kids they would have thing!!

Tw:cursing? Mentions of a afab partner in bachelors and amab partner in bachelorettes. Some angsty stuff but nothing too bad except for the authors note which mentions incest.

Wc:at least 5 for each!

Stardew Valley Masterlist

Sebastian

Girl dad

He just gives off girl dad energy

Like a daughter would soothe his soul if that makes sense.

Especially because I feel like he would have a daughter that’s exactly like her mother.

He would become softer, and would probably be carrying her everywhere.

Would be the parent that shows up to the school like “WHO TF HAS A PROBLEM WITH MY DAUGHTER?”

Absolutely doesn’t allow her on his motorcycle at all.

Maybe when she’s a little older he’ll get mods to a new motorcycle so she could ride with him but as a baby absolutely not.

She is a daddy’s girl through and through and it makes him happy because he never had a relationship like this with his biological dad nor with Demetrius.

Sam

Girl dad

You will see him teaching his daughter how to skate EVERY DAY

Like dude is a skater boy that’s also a musician.

He definitely has a daughter with her skirt on and some knee pads a helmet and some flannel or something.

And he’s like “okay try again! You’ll get that kick flip eventually.”

And you’re just like “SHES GONNA GET H U R T!!!!”

And he’s like “yeah but she’ll be fine :)”

It’s VERY stressful because he’s a little rough with playing sometimes because he gets too excited but it’s good to have a partner that will push your child like that.

He’s a very good fun dad

Vincent enjoys being an uncle.

Shane

Girl dad

Have you seen how he is with Jas?

Dude is a girl dad all the way!

Would teach his daughter how to take care of the chickens, and would try to teach them proper ways of dealing with their emotions because he doesn’t want her to end up like him.

I could imagine he’s one of those dads where his daughter posts something on a social media platform and gets the “this is no father behavior” or whatever people be saying

And she just makes another video with him standing there and is like ??????? I’m actually close to my dad thanks <3

Like his daughter would be strong but a good person because he would work hard to make sure she’s a person he wishes he could be. But not in a toxic way

More in a you could be and are better than me.

Alex

Definitely a boy dad

I think he gives off the vibes of a dad you see at the park

And you can immediately tell that his child is a boy and when anyone asks him he points to a little boy that looks exactly like him.

They have football days

And it just very much him fixing what he didn’t have with his dad, and giving his son as much love and care as he can.

It’s as if he is getting a do over, but in the form of having a child instead of him going back to being a child.

I can see him and his son in the kitchen with a mess everywhere trying to make you breakfast

He takes him to sports games and goes to all of his kids events at school.

They’re both EXTREMELY loud when doing anything together. It’s just shouts of excitement and joy.

Harvey

Boy dad

I don’t know he gives off that he specifically has a 3 year old son that clings to both of you on any given day.

Like a son with big eyes that can melt anyone’s heart and his hair is always neat.

Son may be a bit of a crybaby ngl but in a cute way. Because both of you allow him to express his feelings in any way he wants to as long as it’s healthy.

Like y’all’s son would be an incredibly sweet boy and so loving and caring towards other people and things.

Harvey has a picture of you and your son as his lock screen on his phone and the clinic computer. And he has a little picture (more like a million) of you three in his wallet.

Elliott

Girl dad

She takes mom’s looks but has his hair.

And also his bone structure.

Gives off Nepo baby vibes and has a big vocabulary bc Elliott would speak to her as if she’s an adult since the day she’s born.

Like yeah he still speaks softly and everything

But he uses adult words bc his kid is going to be smart.

Would be so sweet and would absolutely call her his princess.

Elliott is for sure in charge of bedtime stories and has probably already or has made plans to release a children’s book just for her

She gives him inspiration and a new meaning to his life.

Penny

Boy mom

She just seems like the type of woman to have a son

I imagine him literally either as a newborn with her never putting him down or like a 4 year old playing at the park.

I think he would be similar to her in personality but more like dad in looks.

He’s attached to her and they spend hours reading together because they’re both very into stories.

I think out of all the kids he would be the sweetest.

He’s very soft spoken like she is and she loves that he is (don’t get me wrong if he was loud she would still love him just as much) but she’s seeing all of the traits that she was more insecure about in him and figuring out that maybe it’s nothing to be ashamed of because those traits are lovely in him.

Leah

Boy mom

Like I mentioned in the other post I think she would have one child

And I think this little boy would be so creative it’s crazy

But is also super hyper so all of his art is chaotic but very cool

She probably started doing art with him the second he was born.

She makes a bunch of finger,hand,toe, and footprint art because he’s going to grow quickly and she wants to have something that she can look back on when he’s grown.

He’s encouraged to be messy and I think because of it he learns to clean up his mess quickly

They’re a very smilely duo and she makes sure to encourage him in whatever he wants to do no matter how absurd because no one encouraged her to follow her art dreams and she never wants him to feel like that

But also teaches the importance of accepting failure and continuing to try to achieve his goals.

Emily

Boy mom

Very strange like her but in a good way like her

She lets him express himself in all kinds of ways so he’s very…idk how to explain it

Sometimes off putting to people?

Sort of autism coded ngl

Like has no ability to read the room and very much says what’s on his mind no matter what’s happening

But it’s kinda impossible to get mad at him because he does it in a very nice way?

Probably has his hair dyed some random color that he wanted and everyone gets mad at Emily for it because “HeS a KiD hE cAnT dO tHaT!!!!!!!1!!!”

They’re also super close. But I don’t honestly think any of these bachelor/ettes would have kids just to hate them.

But they have the kind of bond that people usually have with their friends like where you can halfway read their mind and you don’t really have to say full sentences or anything they just get it.

Haley

Girl mom

OOOOOOOOF her daughter is the spitting image of her

Like her daughter knows EXACTLY what she’s going to look like.

Would probably dress her daughter up in expensive clothes and stuff and they’ll have mommy daughter dates where they get their nails done and go to a hair salon and go shopping and have their little drinks.

Her daughter would probably have a popular girl name because Haley would wanna set her up for success.

BUT unlike what people might think I think that Haley would be very…relaxed with her daughter if that makes sense

No almond mom shit

No making her feel bad

No being distant and distracted

Haley sometimes feels abandoned by her parents and I have a headcanon where even though she loves them and they love her they kinda made her feel shitty about certain things

Like her and her mother would get into arguments and her mother would say “I hope you have a daughter just like you so you can see how hard it is to deal with you!”

And after Haley has her daughter she sees that it isn’t really hard to love herself at all. Her daughter is just like her and it’s the easiest thing in the world to love her.

Abigail

Girl mom

I think Abigail would struggle with this at first because y’know I think out of all the bachelorettes she her up with the stereotypical roles in her household and even when she tried to go against it her parents wouldn’t let her

So when she has a girl she panics because what is she supposed to do? And she worries that she’ll be like her parents even though she does love and cherish them.

But as her daughter grows older she’ll relax more especially if her daughter is into video games and adventuring.

I think she would probably take her kid on hikes and stuff. Like she doesn’t really care for exercise but it’s kinda like adventuring going hiking.

So her daughter would grow up with a love for adventure and the outdoors but also with the knowledge that she could be into whatever and her mother will not judge and will always love her

Maru

Boy mom

I don’t know why but I can see her with a Spencer Reid son if that makes sense

A super nerd that’s super cute and lovable and also info dumps and inappropriate times

I think he would be space nerd instead of robot nerd and also maybe a bit of a bug/dinosaur nerd

And she’s like !!!!!! That’s so cool!!!!!!

They just talk for hours and hours infodumping at each other and everyone is like ??? What kind of conversation is that you’re both just taking turns talking for an hour straight???

BUT a difference is that she understands Demetrius’ position but also kinda is annoyed at him for his behavior

Like she would NEVER dream of holding her child back socially because she thinks his academic progress is more important

It kinda made her shit at socializing and she’s kinda grateful to have a partner and son that understand her

She wants him to be well rounded instead of just smart.

[wjhik]

Any More? (Virgil Van Dijk) *Smut*

A/N: we need more big virg writers because this is criminal

based on:

7:40-8:05

Y/N’s POV: 

“So, any more kids on the way?” My aunt asks me. Virgil and I are visiting my family at my mom's house, and, as per usual, my auntie is interrogating me. “Auntie, I just had a baby a year and a half ago. No harm in taking a break.” I say, juggling our youngest daughter in my arms while reaching for her pacifier. “Don’t you want to try for a boy?” I roll my eyes at that comment. Virgil and I are more than happy with our 3 girls. I simply shrug at her, attempting to ignore her old ways. “Wouldn’t you love a boy to carry on your legacy, Virgil?”, referring to his football career. I look at Virgil, waiting for his answer. “Anything my sons could do, my daughters can as well.” He calmly explains, quickly shutting down her bogus remarks. 

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“Kids, come on. We have to go.” I say to my two older girls. “No, mama! Can we stay over? Please??” The oldest begs. “Please, mama. Everyone is staying over with Teta (grandma), can we too??” My secondborn says. I look at Virgil, expecting some backup. “Hey, maybe it’s not such a bad idea. The baby is already asleep, why wake her up?” Virgil says. I look over to my lastborn who is asleep on my mom’s couch. I look up in both frustration and contemplation. “Y/N, they’re more than welcome to stay over.” My mom chimes in. I look down at my daughters looking up at me with pleading eyes. I look to my right to see my husband looking down at me, something behind his eyes that I can’t pinpoint. I look to my left to see my mom playing with the other kids. 

“Alright, fine.” I say which is followed by an eruption of screams and cheers from my daughters then followed up by shushing from my husband, pointing to their sleeping younger sister. 

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“Bye, babygirls. I love you and be good!” I say as Virgil ushers me out of my childhood home. We walk down the driveway as Virgil goes on about his day, upcoming games, his co-captaincy with Trent, etc as I listen. He opens the car door of his Mercedes and helps me in. 

“So, first night away from the girls. How do you feel?” Virgil asks me, breaking our comfortable silence. “I’m more nervous for my mom, to be fair. You know how tired we get with 3 girls. Imagine what my mom’s going through with 8 of them.” I joke. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. I mean, she raised you.” Virgil replies. “Yeah, but I was the only girl in my family.” I say. “I’m sure you alone were worse than those 8 girls.” I quickly smack Virgil’s chest with the back of my hand, which was previously resting in his, on my lap. “Hey, I’m driving! That’s a hazard.” I roll my eyes at my far too sassy husband.  

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“Sweetheart, we’re home.” I hear as I’m shaken awake. “Hmm? Okay, I’m up.” I say groggily. I throw my arms up in a stretch, unknowingly hitting my husband in the face. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Virg.” I say, laughing as he rubs his eyes. 

“The house feels odd empty and quiet. It’s as if we don’t have 3 ticking time bombs in bed.” I comment, making my way up the stairs with Virgil following close behind. “It’s almost like that’s what it is.” Virgil retorts. I look down at him and stuck my tongue out playfully. I turn my head to look in front before I feel a grab on my ass. I slightly jump as I hear a deep giggle from below me. 

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Virgil and I are lying in bed together after performing our nightly routines. Virgil has his head in my lap as I sat up and braid his hair, engrossed in the snobby activities of the Dubai Bling cast (best reality show idgaf). “Can you believe Ebrahem? He’s doing way too much.” I comment. (guys i love this show you dont understand. You should all watch it) “Baby?” I heard Virgil say. “Hmm?” I replied. “Let’s do something fun.” He comments. “Hmm? Oh, yeah sure.” I say absentmindedly, focused on my show. Virgil reaches over for the TV remote and turns it off. “HEY!” Virgil is taken aback by my volume and tone of voice. “Sorry, but what the fuck? It was getting so good.” I say. “Did you hear me?” Virgil says. “What did you say?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine. “I said let’s have some fun.” Virgil says suggestively. He sits up and takes the wine out of my hand. He reaches over to my side table and flicks off the lamp, leaving only the recently installed LEDs in our room on. Virgil leans over me and pulls me into a heated kiss. I lowly moan into my husband’s skilled lips. “Hold on.” He says, pulling away. 

Virgil reaches around for his phone. He quickly connects it to our built-in and extremely overpriced home sound system he insisted we needed and plays our shared sex playlist which, unfortunately, we haven’t been able to use nearly enough, having to keep quiet due to our daughters.  

I look up at my husband who is now on top of me. “Seriously?” I say questioning his choice of music. “What? You like it and you know it.” He says as he leans in to kiss me once again. “Mmh, Virg…” I say in between kisses. “What do you need, mama?” He whispers into my ear. “You.” I whisper back. He gets off me and takes off his shirt and leans back in to kiss me. I run my nails up and down his sides which makes him shiver. Virgil slowly kisses down my chin, onto my neck. He sucks on the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Oh, fuck. Virg…” I mewl, grabbing onto his hair, loosely tied, contrary to his slicked-back look during the day. I feel him release his suction on my neck and give my fresh bruise a light kiss. 

Virgil slides himself down my body to where I need him most. He undoes my house robe to reveal me in my panties. He taps my hips, signaling me to lift them up so he can take off my clothes. He comes back up and starts sucking on my nipple, rolling the other in his hand. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He says into me. “Virgil, please. I need you.” I say, my chest heaving. I sit up underneath him, and he gets off me. I pull him to sit on the bed while I get on the carpeted floor, in between his legs. “Can I?” I ask him, pressing on his hard-on through his sweatpants. He lets out a light laugh at me still asking him every single time, without fail, despite all the years together. “Of course, sweetheart.” With his permission, I pull his trousers and underwear down, enough for his dick to spring out at me. 

I let out a sigh as I looked at my husband's horse-cock. (lol im so funny) Virgil grabs the back of my head gently and looks down at me. “Well, go on then, love.” He says encouragingly. I slowly sink my mouth onto him as he groans. I try to go as deep as I can without gagging, however it is inevitable. My eyes start watering as I’m slobbering over Virgil's dick. He pulls me off him and holds my chin up. He leans down and kisses me before pushing me down on him. I bob my head on his dick and suck on his tip, earning a hearty moan from Virgil. “Fuck, love, you keep going like that we’re gonna be done real soon.” He says, pulling me up. 

I climb up my abnormally big husband and give him a sloppy kiss and move to kiss his neck. He gently grabs my neck and makes me face him. I stare into his eyes, very obviously drunk off his dick. I let out a giggle and kiss him more. He grabs me and places me on the bed and turns me onto my stomach. I hear him ridding himself of his remaining clothes behind me. Before I know it, one of his hands lands on my ass, making me yelp. He laughs and leans down to kiss me. I turn my head back and our lips meet. He pulls away and opens the drawer next to our bed. He pulls out a bottle of lube we often use when having sex and squeezes it in his hand. He strokes his dick with it, getting it wet. Then, squeezes some directly onto me, knowing that I like how it feels against me. I hiss at the feeling. “Mmm, it’s cold…” I say. “I know, baby.” Virgil says, lining himself up with me. 

He pushes into me as I let my head drop into the pillow. “Mmm, Fucckkk…” Virgil moans. “You’re so big, Virgil.” I say, clinging onto my husband’s arm, which is propping him up. “Can I-” I quickly interrupt him. “Yes, please. Please fuck me.” He lets out a laugh. “Always so needy for me.” He starts thrusting in and out at a brutal pace. I let out all sorts of erotic noises before I put my hand over my mouth to silence myself. Virgil quickly notices this. “Hey, I wanna hear all those pretty noises. There’s no girls, you don’t have to be quiet.” He reminds me. I remove my hand from my mouth and let myself feel good. 

“Fuck, Virg- I’m gonna cum..” I say, my voice shaking as he pounds into me. “Hmm, already?” He teases. “Viirrrgg!” I half moan half yell. “I’m just kidding. Cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you around me.” He encourages me through my orgasm. “Fuck, I’m close too, baby.” He says, as he relentlessly fucks me, searching for his high. Just as I feel him beginning to spasm, something hits me. “Wait, Virgil. Pull ou-” But I was too late. Virgil fucked me down from his high. He collapsed into my back. “Virg, get off. I can’t breathe.” I laugh. 

↭

Virgil is resting on my chest after he cleaned us up. “Hey, maybe your aunt is right. Another wouldn’t hurt.” He says. “Oh, so that was your ulterior motive.” I say disappointedly. “Virgil pokes me in my side, knowing I’m not serious. “I’m just kidding. I would love to have another baby with you.” 

A/N: always happy with domestic smuts 😋😋

[lucy90712]

Young parents- Marc Guiu

Finding out you are pregnant at 17 and then giving birth at 18 is not exactly the normal life course and it's definitely not how I expected my life to go but that's exactly what happened. My boyfriend Marc and I were always careful and used protection but we were unlucky and somehow I still got pregnant. We had to have a hard discussion on whether we wanted to keep the baby or not as we are still young but in the end we decided to keep the baby as Marc could still play football and I could do school online. Navigating my pregnancy was difficult as we didn't want to tell too many people as I didn't want the judgement from any more people than necessary. Pretty much everything that could be kept secret we kept hidden, we didn't tell people the gender and we didn't tell anyone my due date so that we had a bit more privacy which is what I wanted the most. 

Our beautiful baby boy Benji was born only 3 weeks ago but already Marc went back to training in fact he only got a few days with me before he had to go back leaving me alone with Benji from very early on. To say it's been difficult is an understatement of course newborns need constant attention so I never get chance to sleep as he keeps me up all night and during the day I have work to get on with. For the first few days I was ok and I found a bit of a routine but the last week has been testing, Benji hasn't been sleeping as well and he's been feeding almost constantly which has been really hard. 

I know it's the hormones but since Marc left us this morning at 7am I've been bawling my eyes out. Benji barely slept all night and now I just can't get him to settle even after feeding him, changing him rocking him he's still crying. I'm going insane listening to the sound I hate hearing him cry I feel like I'm failing as a mother because I can't calm him down. After trying pretty much everything I decided that I just need to get out the house even if it's only for about 20 minutes I need some fresh air to reset and hopefully clear my mind and maybe if I'm lucky it will make Benji stop crying. 

Getting him in the stroller was difficult as he didn't stop crying and wriggling but we eventually got out the door and started our slow walk around town. By some miracle Benji stopped crying and started falling asleep in the stroller which made me feel so much better until I noticed that pretty much everyone on the street was staring at me. There was so many eyes on me that I felt the need to put the cover down over Benji so he didn't have so many eyes in him because a 3 week old baby doesn't need that. When the stares didn't stop it was quite clear that people were looking at me and judging me which I already experienced when pregnant but it feels a lot worse right now. 

All I can imagine is that all these people think I'm way too young to be a mum because I am young but I know I look a few years younger than I am. They probably think I'm incapable of taking care of Benji and honestly part of me is inclined to agree I mean all morning he's been crying and I've been crying as I don't know what I'm doing. The longer I kept walking the more I felt judged I even saw people whispering to each other after looking at me and I've never felt so self conscious than I did in that moment. It got to a point that I was feeling worse outside of the house than I was inside so I decided to make my way back home so I can cry in the comfort of my own space. At a crossing I felt this older woman burning holes into the back of my head until she came and stood next to me and I could feel the judgement before she even managed to express her opinion. 

"Aren't you too young to be a parent kids these days are so irresponsible all having babies before they are ready and they can't even look after them properly there is just no hope for the future if kids like you keep having babies" she ranted at me 

"I imagine your so called boyfriend left you to take care of the baby too god you are all the same" she continued 

That was the last straw for me I wasn't about to fight back because I don't have the energy and I'm simply not that type of person instead I just walked away to find a new way home. I've never walked so fast in my life as I just wanted to get home because as soon as I did the tears were back and I just sat on the floor. Looking at the stroller I couldn't help but think that maybe I'm setting my son up for failure I'm not prepared enough to be the best parent for him and Marc can't be around all the time so maybe he would be better off with someone else looking after him. 

While sitting on the floor the front door opened and Marc came in, with everything that's happened today I lost track of time so I didn't realise Marc would be home so soon. I scrambled to wipe the tears from my face and get Benji out of his stroller so Marc didn't think I was neglecting our child. Before I could do that Marc grabbed Benji and held him in one arm before brining me to his chest with the other. He somehow managed to soothe both of us he helped calm me down and got Benji back to sleep. If I didn't feel like a bad mother before I definitely did after that it's been 3 weeks and my son already hates me. 

Marc put the baby in his little crib that we have for him in the living room before coming to sit on the sofa where he instructed me to sit so he could go back to cuddling me. His hand ran through my hair getting all of the knots out before putting it up with the hairband I keep on my wrist at all times. For a little while I felt we were back to how we were before the baby but then I heard Benji make some of the little sniffling noises he makes when asleep and I was brought back to reality. 

"Whats wrong love what's happened to make you so upset?" Marc asked 

"I've just had a bad day Benji didn't sleep last night as you know and he was crying all morning and I just couldn't get him to settle so I decided to get out for a walk to see if some fresh air would help us both but everyone stared at me and someone berated me at a crossing for being too young and not being able to raise him properly" I rambled 

"Oh cariño you should've text me I could've come home earlier to help out you don't have to do this alone I'm here to help you and for the record that person was wrong we might be young but you are the best mum if you weren't you wouldn't be so upset right now" Marc said 

"I just can't deal with the judgement I want to go outside and not have to deal with everyone looking at me assuming things I already feel like a bad mum I don't need strangers telling me that too" I chocked out 

"It's horrible I know but you need to ignore them which I realise is hard but those people don't know you like I do and they don't see how hard you are trying to be the best mum possible because if they did they wouldn't judge you" he comforted 

"How about you come to my training sessions with me it means you get out the house I can help you out a bit more and no one there will judge you what do you think?" He asked 

"I actually like that idea it will be nice to leave the house and see all the guys" I said 

~~~~~~~~~~

Marc woke me up gently this morning so that I could get up and join him at training he even got Benji out of his crib and got him ready for the day so I could shower alone which is a luxury these days. Having a few minutes to myself was so nice but it really was just a few minutes because once I was dressed and had brushed my hair I went downstairs and had to feed Benji because Marc can't do that. While I sat with Benji Marc made breakfast us both and he made sure I had a balanced breakfast which I definitely haven't had since Benji arrived as I usually just grab whatever I can if I even have breakfast. I even got to take my vitamins which have been neglected recently but if I can actually take them I might feel a little less dead each day. 

So far this new routine is so much better I'm not as stressed and there hasn't been any tears from me or the baby which is a significant improvement. Marc even put the baby in the car and still managed to open the passenger door for me like the gentleman he always is. He drove the back way to the training ground so that we could avoid the streets where fans would be stood wanting signatures or pictures. We decided that we didn't want to show Benji on social media more than just his little hand to announce his birth so avoiding fans who could take pictures of him is what we want. Luckily we completely avoided all that and arrived at the training centre with no issues and even a bit earlier than Marc would usually arrive as he didn't have to stop for ages.

We slowly made our way into the training centre because I'm still recovering so can't walk as quickly as I did before. Walking slower also meant we had more time to talk about what it will be like when the whole team meet Benji, Marc told me that he's talked about Benji non stop and the boys are excited to meet him but they know they have to be careful as he's still small which made me feel a lot better. On our way to the locker room we saw lots of staff who all congratulated us and others asked how we were doing. That's something I love about this club everyone gets along and cares about each other every time I came to training with Marc while pregnant someone checked on me and asked if I needed anything plus all the boys were so lovely. 

Marc left me with the baby as he went into the locker room to make sure everyone was decent before opening the door to allow me inside. It was so quiet when I walked in which is very unusual but it was because they were all so excited to meet Benji but didn't want to wake him up. I put the car seat down and gently took Benji out and gave him to Marc who went straight to Hector because he's the person who Marc has confided in the most throughout everything. Watching how Hector and all the others interacted with Benji nearly made me cry, no one else has met Benji until now and I was worried about how it would go but clearly everyone loves him.  With my permission Marc let the guys hold him and when he did he came back to my side and wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed a kiss on my temple. 

"Isn't this so much better" he said 

"It really is everyone here is so nice and supportive and I get to see something other than the four walls of our house" I said 

"I'm glad you are happier you can come with me everyday if you want or just a few times a week it's up to you but everyone here will be happy to see you and they won't judge at all" he said 

[osaka-lilac]

Asking you to kindly elaborate on the strollonso football au:

hello raapija my beloved, i would love to elaborate <3

for those out of the loop, refer to my tags on this post!

warning: i am an american with a incredibly basic understanding of footy ("soccer"). there is a reason the actual talk of any gameplay is basic and limited

fernando is this new guy to Lawrence Stroll's footy team right. (because in every universe, lawrence has to own a Team.) i can imagine he's some draft pick from spain for a new striker or something like that. possibly some trade, maybe a mid-season exchange (they do that in american football but idk if they do that in footy) those who know specifics of positions in footy please let me know your thoughts on what position fernando would play

lance: couldn't give two shits about footy. he's seen maybe once in a blue moon on the sidelines tagging along, and he's known for being visibly bored or on his phone during matches. (he has the Pout Blast 3000 for this.)

the reputation he receives from fans is much like the perceived impressions he gets irl: some spoiled kid who shouldn't be there. he's more into hockey than any match his dad's team could ever play.

now when fernando shows up its like a fucking slap to the face. like. "holy fuck i didn't think they could be this hot" type beat.

for the first time, lance shows up to a team practice with his father, not just a match. but he's really not there for the team: he is enamored by fernando. his speed. he's a sly yet devilishly handsome fucker with this wicked grin when he knows he's tricked his opponent yet again, and lance is obsessed.

not only does he start going to way more matches. he also starts showing visible interest and gets invested. and he gets loud. the mumbles online about his "spoiled reputation" turn to joy. he becomes a meme of the team for a few weeks after a clip of him getting frustrated after a poorly-called card is given to fernando ends up going viral.

and maybe this entire time, fernando has been watching this young boy from afar. he totally believes he can't be with his literal manager's young son and jeopardize his spot on the team and a shot at glory. and maybe he believes that lance initially isn't interested. but maybe when he sees lance become more invested in the team, he figures he might have a chance. he just can't figure out why lance has become so invested in what was, quite frankly, a very short amount of time.

so maybe fernando's on the side for a while in a practice. lance is there, but he seems distant. not in the game. not really watching the drills by the other players with much enthusiasm. and fernando's a smart man. and he puts some pieces together in his brain. and makes a move.

he comes up to lance and asks to talk with him once practice is done. when all the other players are gone. in the locker room. of course lance agrees

flash forward a bit. n lance is like. hanging out by the exit outside of the locker room. he counts all the players. and when there's only one left. he goes inside. finds fernando sitting on one of the benches, still in his kit.

they get to talking. what lance does outside of being at games, (i can imagine him being a student but i don't have the will to kin assign him a major right now), what his favorite hockey team is (habs. of course) and of course, the loaded question:

"lancito, what's gotten you so interested in the team now?"

of course, lance doesn't really respond to this, kinda dances around the question. he gets flustered. he doesn't want to be found out. what if he sees right through him, what if he already knows, what if he tells his dad??

fernando leans in slightly, and slides his hand over lance's hip. he cups his chin softly, and slowly turns lance's head to look at fernando straight on.

"be honest, niñito."

and when has lance ever been anything but honest.

[wild-lavender-rose]

Can I get a Hawkeye/Reader fic from the Alphabet prompt list? Limping!

I recently listened to this really cute audio where the listener had a sprained ankle and it gave me ideas! This is another short one but I hope you enjoy <3

Just a Sprain

Warning: Description of sprained ankle, canon-typical language

"You little, conniving, brainless, son of a-"

"All right, all right. If you're going to call me names, at least choose something a little more imaginative."

B.J. and Hawkeye stood as Charles helped you into the Swamp. You leaned heavily against him, trying to keep the weight off your right foot. "I told you that would happen, Charles! The next time you want someone to play football with, ask Potter."

"No offense intended, but I'd rather have you break your ankle than Potter break a hip."

"The hell did you do to her?" B.J. asked.

"This is what happens when we let the kids play outside alone." Hawkeye was by your side in a second, taking your arm and helping you to sit on the edge of his cot. "What happened?"

"Charles tripped me because I was winning." You shot Charles a look, the weight of it lessening as you winced.

"I did not! And you were not winning."

"Let me see," Hawkeye knelt on the ground and began to untie your boot.

"Here," B.J. offered you a glass of something clear and foul smelling which you gladly took.

"Thanks." You downed the glass in one gulp, hissing at the burn of it sliding down your throat.

Hawkeye gently slid off your boot followed by your sock. You gave a soft groan at the sight of your already swelling ankle. "Oh, god,"

"This'll probably hurt a bit," Hawkeye gently prodded your ankle, causing you to jerk.

"Looks like a sprain, Hawk." B.J. mused, leaning over his shoulder to look.

"I agree." Hawkeye looked up at you. "Sorry, baby. You'll need to get x-rays."

"I truly am sorry." Charles said.

"I know, Charles. It was an accident." You exhaled slowly, leaning back to lay on the bed and stare up at the ceiling, swearing to yourself that you'll never play football again.

Fanfic Masterlist

[phneltwrites]

be the place you call home ✂️🩷

hiiiiii 💜

I am like details obsessed so im cheating with a list of fave minor details:

wilhelm being bad at football <3 because it's part of his personal growth to do stuff without the expectation of being perfect

fighting for my life to not use pronouns for Petter, why is English so hard

wilhelm was crown prince "like in real life?" lmao

simon having a full time dilation incident while listening to a boring story. been there

plant dads wilmon

(honourable mention to all of the ways wilhelm is fighting off panic attacks that simon isn't noticing: running in his ridiculous cold weather athletic outift, doing All The Chores, outfit choreography, carefully drinking water)

✂ I really wanted to put in a scene where Simon and his university friends go to karaoke!! if I had any brain now would be the moment to write it but just imagine along with me for now. Purpose of the scene was to show again that Simon is disconnected from this group and having to rethink how he's defined himself cause their music choices do not overlap (there's a Carola v Karol G joke in there). Songs that he never thought much about turn out to be Spain Spanish and they don't know them at all. There's a brief agreement about Shakira but even when it's songs he knows, he doesn't have the vibe. He doesn't dance! He doesn't clap on time! They try to fix his hip work but it's hopeless.

I thought maybe I could bring it back later in the fic where he could be like fuck you i know who i am and sing Ella by Bebe which I picked out as a song that Linda might have loved back when she was pregnant and played for the kids growing up. But I couldn't make either fit.

It goes a bit like this:

"What do you mean you don't know Selena?" Carlos looks absolutely gobsmacked.

Simon squirms. He knows music! He does! But he doesn't know everything. When it comes to Spanish music he knows the stuff his mom played and he knows things that come out recently - he stays on top of it, okay? He listens to Rosalia and Bad Bunny. He won't win any obscurity competitions but he is reasonably au courant. He thinks. He hopes.

This is none of that. This is some weird void where nothing is familiar to him.

"What about Juanes?" That's Marco. Simon also doesn't know.

"I like Bebe," Simon interjects desperate to prove he knows things. Who is he? He's not like this. What does he care what they think, he knows what he knows. And yet.

There's a pause. At least he can claim the victory of throwing them off their argument.

"Like Bebe Rexha?"

Simon gives up.

[huckleberrykai]

Omg dad!soobin😔😔😔

I’ve always picture him with twins, a boy and a girl and later on another boy😔😔

So like, being the only girl is not easy and I feel that he would try to include her in everything and make her brothers do those “girl” things with him too so she doesn’t feel left out

I also like to imagine his baby girl being closest to him(and with the mom ofc, but mostly him) and the boy having their mom’s personality (if that’s makes sense)

I was watching the return of Superman a few days ago and there’s a dad who has five kids and three of them were sleeping in the same bed as him, instantly that reminded me of soobin :(

HI ANONN i'm glad there are more dad soobin lovers he just hits different he's so loving and nurturing i just <33

THATS SO CUTE :( he'd never want his princess to feel left out so he'd watch hours of barbie movies and play dress up with her all she wants since the boys don't like that stuff as much ~ but he'd still try and think of ways to get everyone to play together like mario kart nights or teaching all his kiddos to play football or dance together

if he only had one daughter she'd be such a daddy's girl, soobs just gives off comfort vibes and he'd protect her from anything they'd be so close :( cuties fr

AND YES OMG i feel like soobin would have a bunch of kids and since he's such a sweetie and such a good dad, he can't say no when they want to come cuddle with him ~

so say you'd get home a little later than usual, expecting all the kids to be in bed. you'd go into your room to see your husband fast asleep surrounded by your babies.. he'd have them all in his arms huddled to his chest and a big fluffy blanket draped over the four of them. he'd stir a little at the sound of you coming in and give you a sleepy smile, rubbing your daughter's back soothingly so she didn't wake up~

he'd invite you over to join the clan and snuggle into the slightly cramped bed, but for super dad soobin he was in heaven :( his lovely wife and his babies all snuggled up together, all comfy and sleepy <3

also deffo the kinda dad to let his kids jump into your bed if they come in after having a nightmare. he'd tell them sweet stories and hold them tightly until they fell asleep again next to him :((

eventually you just bought a bigger bed since soobin will never say no, even if theres 5 of you in the bed 😭

[woso-dreamzzz]

hey long anon back (another anon said they agreed w the “long anon” and that actually made me smile) here to apologize again out of courtesy of this long message even if you’ve said not to hehe (sorry for not listening to u)

WHAT THE HELL!!?!1!3?2?32 oh my lord. that ending is such a great way to leeway into what i assume will be the break point between jenni and alexia’s endings. thanks for already breaking my heart… again.

i was just wondering throughout this part if bambi was going to be considered for her own input on this decision. she’s obviously young but she’s ultimately going to be the one most affected by these decisions… but upon reflection i guess it would be hard to conduct that sort of conversation. maybe we can put bambi in an interrogation room and just straight up ask her who she prefers and connect her to a lie detector test (what’s another round of trauma going to do to her at this point? kidding. love u bambi i’m here for u and u only now) but seriously i feel like bambi’s rationale or input on how she’s feeling about either jenni or alexia is sort of needed… idk. maybe it’s just me?

eli telling alexia to think with her head and not her heart is so so real. both jenni and alexia definitely have their own opinions but i still do think jenni’s being more rational about everything—(hear me out alexia agenda) jenni has always wanted bambi and even if she’s expressed jealousy that she was alexia’s and not jenni’s… jenni ultimately has always thought about what was best FOR bambi. the argument that bambi is biologically alexia’s and thus should stay with her isn’t my cup of tea because it isn’t a matter of who claims the child… it’s a matter of who is the better caretaker. jenni’s proven to be just that. she’s had her pitfalls: not immediately realizing the signs of meningitis (even if it DID seem like she clocked symptoms but not what was happening… if that makes sense), inadvertently frightening bambi in the hospital. but what she does is always FOR bambi, and that manifests itself in her mindset and actions.

for alexia things seem unnatural. a lot in terms of bambi was sort of done for alexia and her own feelings/gain. injured i, for example—i sort of got the feeling alexia snapped at eli so she could hold bambi to regulate her feelings, to try and make herself feel better now that she’s lost her chances at playing in the euros. she comments that she’ll be able to spend more time now with bambi but that feels so bitter to me. putting bambi in football even if there were no results and then being disappointed was for herself too—it shows especially in her pride of jaume being a footballer later on. eli’s the one to suggest ballet and then alexia feels proud because bambi’s got alexia’s determination and drive. and it sucks she only truly sees this drive because she never used to spend time at the studio anyway. at the price of bambi’s happiness (to see her mother watching her at something she loves to do) alexia chooses to routinely run errands instead. buying her trains was probably the only thing done FOR bambi to flourish her interests and it makes me so upset bc even after all that i still feel bad for alexia 😭

again jenni is rational and knows her place. bambi is biologically alexia’s, and alexia has the last say. she’s respectful and won’t admit her deeper, darker feelings towards alexia’s now-tainted relationship with bambi. i like that her sole focus is bambi (the fact she’s thought through the ballet studio near her apartment and the fact that her club is good for childcare too has me so soft.) and while alexia’s made THE bad™️ mistake, and she IS trying to make things right… her rationale is to keep bambi for herself. to fulfill the perfect family picture she’s painted in her mind. there are instances where she admits jenni’s probably better (because she is) and so i’m lost again truly trying to imagine what it’d be like in alexia’s ending over jenni’s. would jenni still be present in bambi’s life in alexia’s version? can jenni move back to spain in either outcome? that way (again) bambi’s not uprooted from her entire family in spain and so jenni can ultimately be bambi’s primary caretaker and easily facilitate bambi seeing eli and alba <3

alright idk if i’ve made any sense… sorry if i didn’t 🫣 ps. thank you for treat you better iii <3 codi’s my most favourite person ever tbh. flowers for you and for codi! 💐 what’s your fav flower?

Bambi didn't get any input at all. It was completely out of her hands, mainly because she doesn't fully understand the situation she is in despite it all revolving around her. She doesn't understand the intricacies and just how close she was to having it affect her in a much more severe way. There's a chance that if they ask her then she'll choose whoever is her current favourite. She can't think about the long-term effects of her decision. But she should have gotten some input but Eli's right. Alexia (at the moment) has all the rights to Bambi so if she doesn't want to do something then nobody can force her to.

Jenni has always been in Bambi's corner from the very beginning but she definitely does have her pitfalls and the longer the situation goes on the more jealous and spiteful she gets. She's been caring for Bambi for at least a month now and Bambi's at that age where she mimics what she sees and all Alexia can see in Bambi now is Jenni. The only thing she has to grab onto (proof that Bambi is still her daughter) is that they're biologically related. That and Bambi having Alexia's drive is the only thing Alexia can think of that still gives her a connection to Bambi.

My favourite thing is when you guys pull in the wider context of the previous parts and the little things in the future too. Alexia in Injured is inherently selfish in her parenting style sometimes (it's something she works on in the future though). She is successful in football and she wants the other aspects of her life to be successful too and sometimes she's a bit blinded in her chase for her idea of a perfect family which is slightly what happened with Bambi. She was too busy showing off her perfect new child that she forgot about her other perfect child.

I mentioned it before but being a mother (at least to Bambi at first) didn't come easy to Alexia. She suffered severely from PPD after Bambi's birth and even when she recovered, those feelings (and guilt) were still there implicitly and they definitely come out sometimes when interacting with Bambi. Again, it's something she works on in the future because no matter what Alexia feels that she just can't be a good mother to Bambi sometimes (which is where she admits that Jenni definitely just does it better than her) but on the other hand, she knows she can be a good mother. Alexia wants to be selfish because she knows she can be the mother Bambi deserves but she also knows that she can't be too selfish because Bambi deserves the best chance at life too and that might not be with her.

Jenni would definitely be in some aspects of Bambi's life in Alexia's Version but to a much lesser degree. Her friendship with Alexia in that version never quite heals because she will never get over Alexia not letting her keep Bambi.

At some point in Jenni's Version, they move back to Spain but not immediately. Jenni still has commitments in Mexico and the distance from Spain and Alexia is probably good for Bambi at the moment.

Codi is my underrated fav. Her little badge tap when she lifted the trophy was so sweet. She's such a cutie. Jonas needs to play her more.

My favourites are tulips 💐

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You Play a Sport || LifeSteal Headcannons

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: none

members :: clown, mapicc, parrot

note :: never played basketball or tennis but i have a lot of friends who do so im relying on what they told me TT

Clown

Everyone has played basketball lightly growing up so when you said you play basketball he went “Oh cool”

But when you say you’re on your school’s varsity team and playing club he knows you’re deep in

Clown isn’t a huge sports guy but he knows clubs are expensive as fuck and far 99% of the time

He’s really curious and asks a lot of questions

When he hears you’re spending roughly $1,000 alone on the club he feels his wallet cry

Then you mention how expensive shoes, jerseys, and gas is and his wallet literally crumbles

He could never imagine spending that much on a sport

What’s even crazier was when you admitted you didn’t plan to play on a WBNA/NBA level

You said you just wanted to play during college and most likely go to open gyms every once in a while

Bro was so shocked and was about to doubt your spending habits

But when you mention how it’s not too different from buying skins, emotes, and games,,,, he gets really quiet

He’d love to try playing with you once or twice

He’ll probably make a gamble of some kind

“If I get 10 points you owe me $20”

And then you whoop his ass

“Double or nothing”

Now you doubt his spending habits…

He’s not really big into shoes and stuff but he likes looking at them with you

When you start sliding the shoes across the floor he’s so confused????

Why are you ruining shoes in the store???? Aren’t you embarrassed???

But then you explain it’s to test the grip of the shoes he goes “ohhhh”

He’s so clueless about shoes it’s so funny

“What about these?” And he holds up a pair of Jordans 1…

If you let him try on a pair of basketball shoes he instantly gets the hype

He might even buy himself a pair

But he’ll never use them for actual basketball, just going out

When he wears his new basketball shoes outside you can see allll of the sports player cringe

Literally 3 people come up to him and go “bro you forgot to take your court shoes off”

Mapicc

When you said you play volleyball he always thought you were just joking

No way a loser who plays Minecraft all days and streams could be on the volleyball team

Especially since practices and games can last until 9pm sometimes

But when you send him clips of you playing, he’s shocked

He always thought volleyball kids were super cool, popular, outgoing, drinkers, smokers, etc

And Mapicc thinks you’re the exact opposite LOL

He actually admires the grind a lot

He likes going to gym and plays basketball every now and then

The football coaches at his school always asked him to join but he didn’t really like the sport that much

He def asks questions about your games and rules and stuff

Probs says cocky stuff like “I could do that”

If you ever meet in person and try to make him dive, spike, or even server he’ll definitely suck

Once he actually tries it, it appreciates the sport a lot more

If he goes to any of your games he’s definitely SCREAMINGGG

Shouting, whistling, clapping, stomping, everything

Probably provokes the opposing team

Definitely argues back with the ref even though he’s not a player and not from your school

He doesn’t understand the uniform difference between the girls and boys though

“If you dive in booty shorts wouldn’t it hurt your thighs???”

When you say it does hurt your thighs sometimes he’s even more confused

“Then don’t wear it????”

But he doesn’t understand that it’s just the culture of volleyball at this point

He lovesss looking at players volleyball shoes

He’s tempted to join volleyball just so he can get a new pair of shoes

But when he finds out most volleyball players don’t actually buy volleyball shoes but instead buy basketball shoes he’s a little confused

“Why not buy volleyball shoes???”

And then you have to explain how a majority of volleyball shoes kinda suck ass and how basketball shoes always have extreme grip

And he’s like “???Why don’t they make volleyball shoes with more grip???”

He helps you realize how dumb volleyball culture is sometimes…

Parrot

When he finds out you also play tennis he gets so competitive

He LOVES tennis with his whole heart man

Asks what your schools name is and what division you’re in and your rank and your average win rate and and and

You two bond over tennis constantly

He can finally send someone the tennis memes he gets on his feed

If you’re worse than him, he’s always giving you tips and and even offers to train you if ever meet irl

But if you’re better than him, oh boy, he’s gonna train so hard

He definitely sends you clips of him playing and asks you to rate it

He’ll ask for clips of you playing as well and he might or might not make fun of your form

Whenever he wins a match he’ll take a picture and send it to you ASAP

If he loses,,,, he pretends he never even went to the game

One time he broke his racket and he let you pick the color

You picked an ugly ahh puke color but he laughed it off and actually bought it

If you do meet irl, you guys are INSTANTLY playing tennis

No hugs no greeting, he comes to the airport with a tennis ball and racket in hand

If he wins, he will make fun of you every day and will constantly brag to you

But if he loses, he deflects and constantly blames random stuff

“The sun was in my eye” It was sunset and cloudy

“I’ve never been in this country so my racket’s not used to it” What?????

Definitely makes you redo your serve at least like 5 times just to make you angry